Brace yourself because we’re about to go deeper than a visit to Dr. Melfi’s couch.
My Sicilian grandma left me with more than fond memories of her pasta fazoo; I trace it directly to her lineage that duskied mi dong. It’s like she’s winking at me every time I catch a glimpse of my swarthy and humble hawg.
But there’s great news. Believe it or not, I can recolor my meat wand to a fine pinkish hue; a cheerful blush that at once women crave and men admire.
Can’t wait to show the porterhouse.