Having everyone over our place is a fairly regular occurrence. I always make our friends’ and family’s favorites but I also like to make something new. Don’t want it to get boring now. One of the challenges of … Continue reading
Sundays at my house always meant two things: football and meatballs. Mom would get up early and the whir of the blender would reach my ears through the blankets. The smell of gravy would make its way up the stairs … Continue reading
I should probably have my Italian card revoked. No seriously. How have I been blogging for a year and never shared a Bolognese recipe with you?!? With the air getting cooler, with Sunday football days being back and with a … 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
Since I was a kid, homework has been synonymous with baking. Growing up, both my parents worked, so my grandma used to pick me up from school. My mom’s mom is not a baker. My dad’s mom is the grandma … Continue reading
I just found out that today is National Pasta Day. I love pasta. I could not live without pasta. I should be making pasta for national pasta day. But, I confess. I’m not. Because the only thing I will say … Continue reading
I’ve come to a theory recently about cooking. If your mother is a fabulous cook, you either 1. learn all her secrets and turn out to be an equally fabulous cook or 2. you avoid the kitchen at all costs … 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
The only thing I love more than my mom’s meatballs is her eggplant parm. If you’ve only eaten eggplant parm out at a restaurant, you have never eaten eggplant parm. Sorry restaurants. But mom’s will win every time. Bobby Flay … Continue reading
I’m visiting my parents this weekend. For most twenty-somethings living in the city, a trip back to the parentals’ house in the ‘burbs is a groan-inducing event. But, most twenty-somethings don’t have parents like mine. I was blessed with the … Continue reading