italian food

  I love when a little piece of magic falls from the sky! Last week , I received a phone call from…

The weather has been brutal for the last several weeks. I am sitting in my office listening to the wind smash on the…

At one point in my life, I was running two businesses, raising my children and kennel training our beagle. It was wild, but…

It was so wonderful to be at the farm last week. Puttering from room to room, I imagined what the upcoming summer…

Mother’s Day takes on a whole new meaning when your children have moved away from home. I am sitting in my kitchen…

During the early 1980’s, I lived in an Italian neighborhood of Brooklyn called Carroll Gardens. My home was a railroad apartment on the…

For the last 23 years, Friday nights have been “date night”. Ralph and I are entrepreneurs. As such, we have never enjoyed a 9…

My husband Ralph has British roots. This explains his ability to consume vast amounts of beer and tea. Every morning, Ralph wakes up and…

   I can remember vividly, Christmas morning 1971, opening my first cookbook. A massive, red leather,  collection of international cookery. I poured over…

Caprese salad is absolutely positively completely my favorite lunch. The first time that Ralph and I went to Italy, I ate it…