Maccaroni

[…]there were stalls of bread, wine, and fruit, and little cook[-]shops with fires in the open air, frying meat, boiling maccaroni, minestra verde and other good things.

Lamb would have been too dear, and small kid too unsubstantial, for people in their circumstances, but they had had their spezzato, or cut of mutton, with some coarse maccaroni for dinner, and had done so much justice to them that nothing was left for us but some eggs, cheese, and cassatiello, or Easter bread.

There is an all-pervading smell of petrol and heavily garlic’d cooking, for these small families are still eating the minestra verde and maccaroni as prepared by Emma’s cook, Mariana.

A nearer glance at his dress had satisfied Toole that he was too much of a maccaroni for an artist, and he was thinking of placing him upon the lord lieutenant's staff.