If you dream of caramelized onions but need more substance than this is the pasta salad for you, but I refuse to call it pasta salad. In truth I hate pasta salad, well not every pasta salad, but most of them, they are greasy, gloppy […]
I grew up on both homemade mac and cheese and the box stuff. When it came to the box stuff my brother and I would eat it out of the pot together sitting on the floor; when we had the fancy cartoon shaped pasta we’d […]
Nonno ate healthy, made his own wine, raised his own chickens, and grew his own garden.
“Life is a combination of pasta and magic” Fellini once said. So, it goes for me. The Pasta gene is profoundly embedded in my soul. I learned this art before I learned how to write, watching and sharing the kitchen with women who enjoyed both the process, and the art itself. I have some childhood
It never occurred to me, until later in life, that Frigidaire was just a name brand, and not the proper noun for the big, fat, boxy, noisy and shiny white appliance that sat in our kitchen corner for almost 30 years.