Valuable lesson learned from this recipe: pasta is pasta. Shape is fun, but not necessarily important. Rather than killing myself stuffing manicotti shells without tearing them, the recipe just had me do roll-ups with lasagna noodles. It worked fine.
I did everything pretty much right for this one, but I didn't end up liking it very much. It was so heavy that I ended up with an instant guilt trip whenever I ate it. Having it sit in my fridge for a week, making me feel depressed whenever I ate it made me reconsider the plan a bit. Either I need to make dramatically reduced portions of the heavier foods or I need to skip them altogether. It turned out okay, I guess, but the cheese+starch, barely adulterated with tomato sauce (which was good, by the way) made me think that this is not a dish for people who aren't spending the day tending goats and eating grapes, or whatever it is they do in Tuscany.
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