Spoiler alert. Today’s post is about one of my favorite parts of my trip to Rome. I’ve been trying my best to hold off on sharing it until the very end, but I simply cannot. When my brother and his wife first moved to Rome, amidst the stammers and awkward pauses in their language classes*, … More La Locanda dei Girasoli
Red potatoes are how I first knew I loved food in more than an I-love-you-because-you-keep-me-alive kind of way. Growing up, potatoes in general were my go to answer to “If you could only eat one thing for the rest of your life, what would it be?” In fact, I think I told this to one … More The Red Potato
I don’t know if I clearly expressed this, but I gained a lot of pleasure from my 30 Days of Dinner challenge. Sure, it had an 80% success rate*, but it kept me on my toes and kept dinner from being something I work hard to produce which then disappears in seconds. Now they’re all … More May Dinners: A Photo Series
I recently realized that I took part of my Fall Want To List deeply to heart…perhaps a little too deeply. In trying to censor myself from becoming one of those people who spends more time documenting things than enjoying them, I lost the drive to weigh moments as ‘photo worthy’ or ‘not photo worthy’. While … More Is it ‘Photo Worthy’?
When Lance and I were dating, I spent many Sundays with his family watching football. Though the games started with food and discussion, they always ended with an intense focus on the TV paired with yelling at the men in tight pants over their ability to handle the ole’ pigskin. There I sat, amidst all … More Confessions of a Football Illiterate
Acquiring tickets for The Rachael Ray Show was even easier than for The Chew. For The Chew, I had to frequently visit a website in search for available tickets. For RR, I only had to send an email of interest and they emailed me when dates were available. When finally their dates matched up with … More The Rachael Ray Live Audience Experience
About the time I entered into my teenage years, I became unreasonably proud of my Italian heritage. I claimed to anyone who would listen that I was a one hundred percent, full blooded Italian. If I could have faked an accent well enough, I would have. I was obsessed with The Godfather, A Bronx Tale and any … More Mercer County Italian American Festival