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 nor Pasta sung with expression and intonation so perfect.
What a fellow you are never to say a word about Pasta to me!
It was during this season that Pasta first sang with Malibran.
Pasta and Rubini surpassed themselves in the splendor of their performance.
Her warmest admirers could not deny that Pasta was losing her voice.