My Austro-Hungarian mom made a variation – buttered egg noodles with lots of parsley and parm. Growing up, I had no idea this was actually an Italian thing. Cincinnati has strong Germanic roots, but it’s also a bit of a melting pot, so I’m guessing she picked it up here (rather than from her mom). I still have heavily nostalgic feelings for buttered noodles.

As an Italian from Boston area, this was a staple growing up. Still is! Mom would make this every time we were not feeling well, and sometimes just because! Lol!
Warms the belly and the soul. Bless you!