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...
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 means leftover bread in Italian. At least, it does by Bing translate standards. Googl...
We started taking down Christmas, today. It was 2°F outside – absolutely no reason to step ou...
Sometimes the simplest dishes are the best. Two things Nonna dislikes – and we really like ...
Just about any night around here can be pasta night, but I went to bed last night thinking of pasta,...
It’s the garden that keeps on giving – and it really hasn’t even started, yet! Whi...
I had a bit of an unexpected day off from work, today – I had to get nasty cancerous things cu...
We don’t often eat spicy foods, anymore. Nonna doesn’t care for the heat and I’m u...
I told myself I was going to go to Reading Terminal Market once a month – and actually was doi...
I was perusing a few of the websites I have linked to this, this morning, and came upon a recipe I ...
It’s 70-something degrees outside on the last day of Summer. Time to make some beans. I was u...
I wanted to make a huge pot of spaghetti sauce and I had a hankerin’ for stuffed peppe...
Phyllo… nothing more than phyllo… he sang in his best Morris Albert voice...
