Pasta, on hearing her sing, encouraged her, and recommended a teacher.
Dip them into a pasta marinate (No. 17), and fry them a golden brown.
Upon the second night Pasta did not come to hear her new rival.
From that moment she was the pet of the Milanese public: Pasta's reign was over.
She could not awe, like Pasta, but she could fascinate and charm.
Never had Malibran ...