Yes, that is correct. I am drowning in river of cheese. My house is quiet. Amelia left yesterday morning. We packed her up for food and supplies and off she went. She is looking more and more like an adult each time she is home. We will be going to Rochester to see her for “Skates” senior hockey game in February. Jack is at Albany airport as we speak. I must have appeared slightly deranged after he went through security.…
Seriously you ask, you’re telling us it’s your birthday. Yes. I. Am. Why? Because a birthday is a wonderful thing. A celebration of another year of life with family and friends, receiving wishes for the same in the upcoming year. So many people, ladies, especially us, dread the birthday. Ah, the years ticking by…yada, yada, yada. Not me. I am proud to roar out “I am 57 years old”! Aging is a gift that sadly so many do not receive.…
Enzo Ferrari built a brand. When you think of Ferrari, you think of Italian excellence in engineering and performance. I like to think that being Italian is a brand of its own. Italian people are special and unique. I can say this because I am 100% Italian and I would not trade that designation for love nor money. However, with that label comes a host of traits and attributes: A deep suspicion of people, especially non-Italians. Family is serious business…
Celebrate the Fourth of July with some international influence. It’s summertime and you are stumped with trying to take something new and different to your family or friend’s picnic. Traditional Cowboy Caviar is a super easy 15-minute dish that is hearty and healthy. My sister-in-law Celeste made for a picnic last Sunday. It was spectacular. But that got me thinking: What can I do to this to make it more of a meal and change it up with an Italian…
Did you tan with baby oil? Many years ago, right around this time of year in 1979, I was lying in my driveway, covered in baby oil, sun reflecting off my aluminum foil covered Steely Dan album and tanning for the junior prom. I worshiped the sun for many summers that way and I still ‘lay out’ with an SPF of 8, max of 15. I was blessed with sun happy and easy to tan Italian skin. (Doesn’t mean it’s…