There’s a cheap, delicious way to whip up a batch of pasta with a creamy lemon flavor that will impress everyone in your orbit. Unless they hate pasta . . . which is impossible.

I was teaching my creative nonfiction class the other day. We had just discussed “The Men We Reaped” by Jesmyn Ward and were moving to workshop student essays when I heard an angry growl.

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“Sorry, professor,” a semi-embarrassed student said while rubbing his belly, “Campus lunch was scarce and gross; I’m starving, you know how it is.”

“Oh, I know exactly how it is,” I quickly replied.

The class laughed, poking fun at the school’s offerings, asking me to........

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