There have been a lot of things that I have learned from my grandmother (referred to from here on out as “Granny”). Some tidbits of knowledge aren’t really applicable in my current life; like a plastic bag can work in a pinch if you are stuck in a storm and need to protect your perm. The lessons and values that carry the most weight are those related to family. Sunday dinners are mandatory, and you must always cook enough food to feed a small army. Same goes for any holiday gathering or any event where friends and family come together. And Christmas, Thanksgiving, and Easter aren’t complete without a stuffed pasta dish.
That is why it was a no-brainer for me to make stuffed shells for Granny’s wake back in June. Pasta dishes were already well represented (hello, eight billion pounds of baked ziti), but we needed something for the lactose intolerant and vegan members of the family. The stuffed shells were a hit, and without the deterring label of “vegan” they were the first dish to disappear.