Summer in Pennsylvania meant stepping downstairs to a kitchen table overflowing with tomatoes. It taught me to both love tomatoes and wonder when they were going to take over the household and squeeze me out of my room. My father could never plant less than 20 tomato plants. Our cousin Tony would start seedlings and bring them over, then dad would go buy plants, then someone else would…
Appetizers• Family Traditions• Pasta, Polenta and Risotto
Pasta Sundays are Kicking my Butt
June 17, 2016
I’m a great housewife, if I say so myself. Nothing thrills me more than inviting people for dinner and being hostess for an evening. I love gardening, fixing up houses, even cleaning them. Correction — I love how I feel when they’re clean — big difference. Having all day to frame my favorite photos and decorate my living room would be a dream for me, but it ain’t…