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Oreo Cookie Recipe

Uncle John’s Dunking Cookie

We said good-bye to Uncle John this week. My brother-in-law died unexpectedly last week at just 54 years old. He loved and spoiled three nieces and two nephews and most importantly taught them the righteous way to dunk a cookie. It is Friday afternoon and the eve of what looks like a snowy Upstate NY weekend. Perhaps you have the makings for a favorite homemade cookie. I am requesting everyone to make this recipe or any other cookie recipe you…

Lighthearted Child

How’s your heart and soul?

I am certainly no mind reader, soothsayer, or mental professional. Pasta on the Floor has always provided me with an outlet to share my thoughts, usually on the more entertaining side of life. That is difficult to do these days. Faces are clearly wearing concern, fear, and anxiety. I passed a dozen or so people on my walk this morning properly distancing themselves, yet their eyes betrayed them. They longed for interaction and communication, just as I did. This post…

The Word 'recipe' And Three Wooden Spoons

A recipe for a successful quarantine.

Why do we need a recipe for a successful quarantine? Simple, so far things have been a little dicey.  On the whole, I do not think we are doing a very good job with the coronavirus quarantine . Food and toilet paper hoarding, frustrations are higher than usual, and this morning in the Niskayuna Coop, the police were called. Yes, from the cheap seats, we need a little direction and a recipe is a good place to start. This is…

Two Pugs Cheek To Cheek

I’m Italian. What do you mean I can’t hug?

Author’s note: this post is intended to be 100% fun and in no way is meant to diminish the levity of the current situation our nation is in with the coronavirus. Be safe, smart, and enjoy a laugh or two. “You have to stop hugging people,” Chip demanded. What? I am Italian. I hug. I hug friends, clients, strangers. My life is enriched with the people I am fortunate enough to populate it with- and to hug them. My respect…

Illustration Of A Heart Monitor Wave With Stethoscope Isolated On A White Background.

A mother’s medical knowledge.

Mom medical school 101. I always wondered how my mother knew so much about so many things. She could answer just about any question and cure all ills with a grilled cheese, pastina, and ginger ale. When I was pregnant, I wondered if I too would be blessed with the gift of 'all knowing.'  Being pregnant was the best time of my life. Shortly into the pregnancy, I began to experience weird and wonderful things happening to me as I…