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Sausages and Artichokes

I am pretty certain my 23 and Me Ancestry is wrong. I’m Sicilian – pale, peeling, cancer-prone skin be damned. I mean… how else can you explain my gravitation to – hell, it’s almost an obsession – with Sicily and Sicilian fo...

Sausage and Escarole

I had no idea when I walked into the kitchen what I was going to make for dinner. I had gone grocery shopping this morning and knew what we had in the larder… It was really more a matter of how I was going to throw a few things together. I zeroed in on t...

Avanzi di Pane

Avanzi di pane means leftover bread in Italian. At least, it does by Bing translate standards. Googl...

Santas and Spicy Jambalaya

We started taking down Christmas, today. It was 2°F outside – absolutely no reason to step ou...

Polenta, Peppers, and Sausage

Sometimes the simplest dishes are the best. Two things Nonna dislikes – and we really like ...

Pasta Night

Just about any night around here can be pasta night, but I went to bed last night thinking of pasta,...

Stuffed Peppers

It’s the garden that keeps on giving – and it really hasn’t even started, yet! Whi...

Tomatoes, Figs, and Sausage

I had a bit of an unexpected day off from work, today – I had to get nasty cancerous things cu...

Chicken and Chorizo

We don’t often eat spicy foods, anymore. Nonna doesn’t care for the heat and I’m u...

Cheese, Sausage, and Reading Terminal Market

I told myself I was going to go to Reading Terminal Market once a month – and actually was doi...

Escarole and Sausage over Crispy-Cheesy Bread

I was perusing a few of the websites I have linked to this, this morning, and came upon a recipe I ...

White Beans and Roasted Tomatoes

It’s 70-something degrees outside on the last day of Summer. Time to make some beans. I was u...

Stuffed Peppers

  I wanted to make a huge pot of spaghetti sauce and I had a hankerin’ for stuffed peppe...

Sausage Rolls

    Phyllo… nothing more than phyllo… he sang in his best Morris Albert voice...