Holy hell, when measurements for ingredients are less than you bargained for, improvise. Sure ricotta filling converts almost equally to 1-2/7 cup nonfat cottage, what's left of that Neufchâtel, topped with a schmear of Light sour cream...to make that cup its fullest self, unencumbered. It's the spices that matter to us most, and when forced to sub 2 T parsley with 2 t dried, be as concerned as a clinical psychologist wanting only the best for everyone. And trust them.
I mean it's not like we're asked to use fresh basil, dried is called for. At least the garlic cloves are real. Have you ever tried rinsing under cool water steaming hot pasta? Burns ridiculously, and painful. It's the cooking scars that never seem to fade, no matter how far you evolve beyond them. Seared right onto your arm, left bicep actually, a proficient and steady reminder, of that cookie sheet you did battle with. Lost your father, and your Freudian mother.
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