“What’s for dinner tonight?” my husband asked, inhaling deeply as he lifted the top off a simmering pot of tomato sauce. I shooed him away. “We’re having Spaghetti Marinara.” “Cool,” he said. “But I thought we were eating gluten-free?” “We are,” I assured him. “But pasta isn’t gluten-free.” “It’s not actually spaghetti,” I said. “It’s Veggetti.” “Veggetti?” he repeated. “Yeah.…
