I don’t usually post on Thursdays, but I thought I’d re-share something I posted ten years ago when I first started blogging. It was purposely meant for this Thursday every year. It’s not about religion, but about someone special to me.
Tag: Grandmothers
Family Transitions
My mom has only lived in two places since I was born … the house I was raised in, and the house she moved to after I left the nest.
Pasta and Peasants
Well, it looks like we’ve reached our limit of cooler days here in Florida. ::sigh::
I say that because we got one cool day last week so I made a nice, hearty bowl of pasta fagioli. I took a photo of it when I finished and thought I’d share.
It’s a simple Italian meal my family made for dinner. I was told by my grandparents (whom I wrote about in my free memoir read – The Sweet Revolting Development.), that in Italy, the peasants made this meal because it didn’t cost much. They used the word “peasants” referring to the poor there.
The words pasta fagioli mean pasta and beans. The dish was cheap because they couldn’t afford meat, and yet it made a good, heavy meal. I’ll describe the ingredients, or recipe, below. Continue reading “Pasta and Peasants”
WELCOME
So here it is … finally … my first blog and my memoir anthology Home Avenue. WELCOME! If you can relate to anything I write here, please feel free to dive in with your own stories. I find human behavior fascinating and love to try and figure out why we do what we do. Why did I act, or react, a certain way? Why did s/he act, or react in a certain way? Okay, so maybe I analyze a too much, but in doing so I’ve improved many relationships in my life. Not because others did anything to change, but because I figured out a better way of working with them.
Here is a description of the stories in my anthology.
Don’t Blink is about a trip to Italy with six of my female relatives. The very first page will give you a snicker when you read about the fiascos of my grandma who came along for the trip. Any funny females in your family?
You better not be hungry when you read Hope Lies in Meatballs. Lots of Italian food you may be able to smell right through your tablet when you read this one. Anyone up for a recipe?
What was it like when you were a kid? Home Avenue is what life was like when we middle-agers were kids.
Don’t’ forget to read about my two heroes in In the Bears Den with Dad.
Stay tuned, if I can better figure out how to use this blog site, I’ll put up photos of things I refer to in my anthology.
If you like dogs, I also have one short story about my beloved dog in the book anthology Dogs and the Women Who Love Them.
I look forward to hearing your stories too. Share about your childhood neighborhood. How ‘bout a cooking story or recipe? Any “Daddy’s girls” reading this blog? I’d love to read about you.
Merry Christmas!
Lori's Lane 