I LOVE pasta. So much so, that think I might have been an Italian grandmother in a past life. My love for noodles is on another level. Load that pasta up with butter, sage, and parm and I’m in heaven. Before I went gluten free, I ate pasta 3-4 times per week. It was my go-to dinner. Fast, easy, and not a lot of prep. For a working mom of three, pasta was a weeknight-savior. And then, cold turkey. No pasta for me. My kids kept enjoying it’s deliciousness, while I nibbled trail mix in the corner. Side-eyeing them while I stewed in my own jealousy. As time has gone…