Chicago hot dogs, Italian beef sandwiches and best of all deep dish pizza. Oh, how I missed those hometown specialties when I lived in Florida.
In our garden, the tomatoes aren’t doing so well. We are getting some, but not like last year. The heat stress is causing them to die or come up with dark spots.
Continue reading “Eating Flowers”
No the title does not mean that my husband works for IBM. Nor does it have anything to do with any sort of irritable bowl issue. According to him, IBM stands for something else.
Have you ever felt like you entered a time machine when you hear a song that transports you to another age and place?
Scents are also a powerful flashback inducer.
Sometimes I wish I had a TV show where I’d walk around talking to strangers.
Summer lasted right through October 21st this year. Then, Mother Nature hopped right over fall and landed in winter. I tried to capture colors of autumn, but not a lot showed up. We actually got a sprinkle of snow over the weekend that didn’t stick.
When my husband and I were first dating and going out to eat, he told me that he ate to live, he didn’t live to eat. I was foreign to that concept. I’m Italian. Flavor is all I know. I lived for flavors and how to make something even more flavorful the next time.
My husband had been wanting to spend time with each of our mom’s in the kitchen, and a few weeks after he baked apple slices with his mom, he asked my mom, V, to teach him how to make pasta from scratch.
When I first started blogging, I posted recipes to coincide with the comical short story in my memoir anthology about how I learned to cook. The anthology is no longer available, but I hope to re-release it after we move. (If you missed the news about the move, you can find it here) In the mean time, I thought I’d release a new recipe of mine. If you like chicken, and you like deliciously briny Greek olives, you will like this easy recipe. Keep in mind, I cook for two so add ingredients accordingly for more people.
I’m not a fan of Valentine’s Day. I feel like it’s a superficial way to force couples to remember each other. And, somehow it seems like it’s all the man’s responsibility to do something to celebrate. Anyway, I prefer when the love flows naturally. We ignore the holiday by attending a fun filled food affair (can you tell I like alliterations?).
What is a Frezzelle, you ask? Well, if you’re Italian, you may already know. If you just happen to like Italian food, read on.
I don’t normally do local stories, but this one relates to daily life, home and food, which is what I write. Not to mention that it has me feeling homesick.
I’m not a food or recipe blogger in particular, but since my memoirs and other writings are about every day people learning every day lessons, food must be included. Not to mention that I wrote a story about how I learned to cook in my memoir anthology.
I put a recipe on this blog every now and then when it strikes my fancy, which triggers food bloggers to stop here. I usually return the favor by going to their blogs as well. In doing so, I have found some scrumptious recipes and hope to post a recipe review once a month.
I started blogging a little over a year ago, so here’s the link to the blog post of the 1st annual scenes from a Valentine’s Day non-date.
This is actually about the 22nd annual non-date on Valentine’s Day for us as a married couple, but I’ve only been a blogger since the last two.
I don’t like onions. Let me rephrase that, I despise onions. I’ve never understood how anyone can enjoy something that smells like B.O. and makes you cry. Not to mention that they also make my stomach sick. It’s my theory that more than a little of them can make anyone sick. My evidence? White Castle (only some of you may be familiar with this greasy establishment).
While writing this, I am enveloped by the aromas of chicken broth, oregano and garlic. It takes me back to the smells of home … Mom’s home.
Continue reading “Feels Like Home”
This is not my recipe (but it is my photo). It’s one I found on the internet a couple of years ago. Back then, just like this year, I had tons of ham leftover from Christmas. I was searching the web to find something I could do with it. I found this recipe that calls for ham steak, but I just cut up chunks of my leftover ham. Continue reading “Leftover Holiday-Ham Stew”
For those of you who missed it, this recipe is the winner of the poll I posted on Friday. I may share one or two of the other recipes after I bake them later in the month. This way I can take photos while I bake.
Below is Dee’s Biscotti recipe. It’s the full recipe, so if you don’t have a lot of people to offer them to, or a party where you can share them, I suggest cutting it in half. Continue reading “And the Winner is …”
Take a recipe poll>>> Continue reading “Baker, Not a Breakfast Maker”