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.
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.
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No, this is not a photo of my big white butt! It’s the introduction to a simple recipe. We’ll call it, Cheater’s Focaccia. Continue reading “It’s not a butt … it’s a recipe!”
I am a Chicago-Italian, so we range slightly different from Italy-Italians, and New York- Italians. However, the way these Italian words are pronounced in the video below, are the same way we pronounced them in Chicago. And, it’s true about the five hour “madanad” on Sundays that they speak about.
I’m sharing this funny video with you today because I’ll be busy over the next few days (if my vertigo holds out). I’m looking forward to sharing what I’m doing here on my blog. I also always look forward to reading more bloggers out there, so hopefully I’ll be able to catch up with you all too. Hope you find this video as funny as those of us who talk this way (find it funny). 😉
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.