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Mezza Morta

Mezza Morta! The Italian to English translation means ‘half dead’. In my lifetime, living in an Italian family, this phrase has been used in the following ways: To describe how someone feels: A mother asks, “Carmela, how do you feel?” The response is, “ah, mezza morta!” A way to refer how someone looks: “Did you see her in the restaurant last night with that dress? Ugh, Mezza Morta!” The outcome of my mother-in-law cooking a prime rib at 450 degrees…

If only you could fix everything with a cake!

When I am feeling stressed, I eat.  There is no method to my madness, just something to eat.  Not donuts or Big Macs. Chocolate is my sadness go to but I gave it up for Lent and cheating on that is not even a remote possibility.  The karma and bad juju just is not worth it. (But that is also why God made wine) Food heals. I've said it before and I'll say it again. Case in point: cake. Every…

Recipe for…

I love to share my recipes. I am not a baker as I am very impatient and I usually am not too good at following the rules and staying within the lines. I am a cook. Cooks are open minded to new things, will try different things and perhaps even throw in an unorthodox combination of foods now and then. This got me thinking about a recipe for the week and I thought I would go a little off the…

Another hotel story.

Sometime in the early evening last night I was disrupted by my 'neighbor' who through these paper thin walls blared his radio/TV.  I called down to the front desk for assistance.  She called the room, came down and banged on the door all to no avail.  She called me back and told me the occupant was unresponsive. Little did she know that no truer words would be spoken? This went on until about 10:30 or so.  My melatonin kicked in and off to…

Ahh the sights, smells and sounds of NYC.

Today I ventured back to my old stomping grounds in New York City. I was slightly unsure what to expect since it had been a while.  Once I boarded the Amtrak train, it soon began to  feel like home.  Sitting in the quiet car I settled in to read The New York Times and coupled with a cup of coffee, it was sheer bliss.  I heard the sound of self policing passengers correcting  talking travelers  who had not heeded the…