The change in the weather causes my asthma to act up and I almost always get a bronchial “thing” this time of year. The worst part of being sick is being stuck in the house most of the day, but the best part is I have an excuse to eat whatever I want. Fortunately for me, Lucca Ravioli is only a block away from my house. Lucca's a deli that's been open since 1929 - their boxes for their ravioli still list the phone number like Mission 5-5555, and they have the best everything - sandwiches, take and bake pizza, cheeses, olive oil, fresh and dried pasta. The guys behind the counter all have east-coast working class accents that make me miss being back home.
“Hey kiddo, what’ll ya have?”
“Hiya. Four stuffed peppers, and today’s fresh rav, please.”
“You want sauce?”
“I – um, I have sauce at home?”
“Do you have homemade sauce! Cos I do. Are you a saucemaker?”
“That’s what I thought. I’m the saucemaker, cupcake. You want marinara with meat or without?”
A little slice of the East coast, slathered in sarcasm.