I had much fancier plans than to just boil the adorable fiocchi, plate up, drizzle with olive oil, fresh lemon juice and some coarse salt, but I was too busy around the apartment and found myself instead returning to the kitchen repeatedly to “check” on their temperature: i.e. pop one into my mouth. That ended up being dinner.
The lesson: fiocchi are extremely tasty even when plain and simple, as any pasta worth its flour should be.
And, bonus, tonight I discovered they’re extremely pop-able, which is often (if not always) a good quality in my book, opens up a whole new world of dining possibilities. Really, needs cutlery when you can use your fingers?