I need to preface this recipe with a warning. This is not, I repeat, not an itty bitty city kitchen friendly dessert. It is delicious and addictive and 200% worth the time and mess and effort. But it’s not my … Continue reading
I know this is a few days late. But I hope you will cut me some slack. I wrapped, I cooked, I cleaned, and then Iumped around. That’s right. I cooked! Christmas dinner came out of the Itty Bitty City … Continue reading
I love Italian food. It’s what I grew up with, it’s what my mother cooks, it’s the smells of home. But I have a very culturally diverse palate. Mexican, Brazilian, Chinese, French, you name it. Since dating my boyfriend, my … Continue reading
I grew up in an Italian house filled with good smells. Mom’s meatballs simmering on the stove Sunday morning and into the afternoon, cooking in the gravy (it’s gravy not sauce) that becomes richer and deeper and tomatier as the … Continue reading