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The Pope\’s Garden

Lately it feels that I have been doing a lot of waiting- waiting for spring, waiting for opportunities, waiting for changes. But sitting around and waiting for the things you want is not a wise idea. As Nonna’s mother used to tell her, “I want, I want, I want! This tree does not take root []

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Just as long as we have we

Welcome, Christmas, bring your cheer. We need it. It has been quite the roller coaster of a year and right now, what we need most, is to cram into Nonna’s tiny kitchen, listen to tacky Italian Christmas music and pound out some spiedini and veal. My family has so much to be thankful for. We []

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A Perfect Cookie in a Not So Perfect World

We all have our faults and idiosyncrasies, which at least in our family make for some rather rambunctious holiday gatherings.  No one is perfect, no one is always right; our flaws (and in our case, the Sicilian Temper) are what make us who we are. But Nonna sees her job as assuring each and every []

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No football required

Chili is messy. It is not pretty or delicate and it flies in the face of all good food habits I’ve acquired in my almost twenty-seven years of life. I admit that my experience with the stuff is severely limited. I’ve never ordered it in a restaurant; my mom never made it for me as []

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A true patriot

It’s that time! With tinsel, turkey and Bing Crosby, the holidays have officially arrived. Tom and I are just now emerging from the food-induced coma that was Thanksgiving. It may surprise you to know that my family enjoys a very traditional Thanksgiving dinner. We do the turkey, stuffing, sweet potatoes and countless vegetable sides. We []

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Frozen burrito month

It’s 4:24 pm and darkness has already begun to fall. Chilly afternoons turned nights, preceded by stark, grey skies and cutting winds, it looks and feels like November- the pause before the colors of the holidays and the sounds of Christmas music.  Time speeds up during these short, grey days and it takes a decided []

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To like or hate

“I have found out that there ain’t no surer way to find out whether you like people or hate them than to travel with them.” So said Mark Twain, and so say I. After college Tom and I rented a tiny little car and drove through Austria, Germany, Switzerland, France and Italy. For weeks we []

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False counsel from Mr. Twain

March, in like a lion, out like a lamb.  Such lies. Friday morning I awoke to the sound of wet, icy snow sliding down the roof.  There was no April fooling about it.  Who wants to be thinking of warming their bones on the first of April? Sometimes the price we New Englanders pay for []

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The First of Many

I suppose it was inevitable that as we journeyed through my family’s culinary repertoire, we would eventually arrive at the Cookie Collection. And I have to tell you, I find the prospect of tackling this collection daunting. I knew it was coming, and I knew there would be no way to avoid it, because Nonna []

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We are the music makers

Lately, I’ve been mindful of the overwhelming goodness that encircles my life. Friends, family, colleagues all make it possible for our little family unit to move in a rhythm that is often chaotic but still finds time for closeness. This necessitates gratitude.  Sure, the day-to-day, minute-to-minute schedules, activities and juggling often make us feel less []

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No Apologies

Fall is here and I have to tell you that I am thrilled. I’m so excited for crisp winds, cool mornings, and light sweaters that it doesn’t even bother me that somehow summer slipped by me this year. Truthfully, I’m happy to see it go. Goodbye smothering heat waves and glaring sunshine that doesn’t even []

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Bocci and meatballs

Last night it snowed. Again. On March 1st. All I hear these days is grumble, grumble, snow, grumble. Whenever one of her children experiences a “crisis of self”, an unforeseen life emergency or find ourselves stuck in a general pattern of “when it rains it pours” (or more appropriate perhaps, when it snows it blizzards) []

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A Labor of Love

What is spiedini? I will tell you. It is beef sirloin that has been sliced painfully thin, pounded into submission, breaded, stuffed and rolled onto a toothpick with a bay leaf and quickly broiled to produce the most satisfying two bites of heaven you will ever know. It is essential to be aware of the []

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A Charmed Life

Hello. I feel like I’ve been neglecting you (and by “you” I mean the four or five readers I have who are not related to me or make a habit of drinking wine with me and Tom on our back porch).  I do however have an excellent excuse. Tom and I recently returned from a []

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Are we all donkeys?

When I turned twelve Nonna told me that I was old enough to swear in Italian. She would teach me a word to use when I was mad or frustrated only if I promised to refrain from using the English counterpart. Though I can’t remember the exact word she taught me, I don’t think it []

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