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Celebration Night!

Today is our 19th wedding anniversary. I have the world’s best husband but then again, I am quite biased. He treats me like a queen and encourages me in every single thing I do to make myself a better person, whether it’s in the role of a wife, mother, grandmother, daughter, sister, friend,chef, and soon-to-be … Continue reading

My “Big Night”

My “Big Night”

  If you are familiar with Italian movies or have read my post, My Favorite Movies About Food, tonight is going to be one of my “big nights”. It’s the night I cook for the very people who generously gave their time, money and service to my husband and I on our wedding day, exactly  eighteen and … Continue reading

Braciole’ and Ricotta Gnocchi

Braciole’ and Ricotta Gnocchi

As I dig deeper into the launching my own small business, I am energized more and more. Soon I have a chance to practice cooking in front of people with an upcoming job. I’ll be cooking a dinner for a group of twelve wonderful people. These are people I’ve known my entire married life. They … Continue reading

The Art of Storytelling

I firmly believe storytelling is becoming a lost art. With so many factors causing families to be separated these days, the chief storytellers have no one to pass on their stories to. I find that even in my own life, my kids at home, who are of the teenage boy variety, don’t care to hear … Continue reading

My 2011 Easter Menu

If there is one thing I’ve learned over the years it’s that when you make food that people love, they will request it over and over again. If you include those foods for special holidays or events, it becomes tradition and no one should ever mess with tradition. I know this menu might be a … Continue reading

Buon Natale!

Merry Christmas to all. What a wonderful start to our day already. We have opened the gifts, the stockings and ate a wonderful breakfast. We drank Italian roast Starbucks coffee and orange juice. We are having lots of fun with a toddler running around. Christmas is for families and memories and traditions. Every year I … Continue reading