I just found out that the doctor who delivered my two children passed away this year and I’m unbelievably sad. I’ve been thinking a lot about Dr. Sanford Tisherman and why he meant so much to me. Yes, he had a couple of unfair advantages over everyone else; he definitely saw things other men haven’t, and he helped bring two of the most important people in my life…
If you don’t make your own pesto, you should be slapped. * There I said it. That’s probably the most controversial thing you’ll see on this blog, and I mean it. Why? Because you’re passing up your moment of culinary immortality. Years from now, people will forget how you looked, what you said and what you wore, but they’ll never forget the creamy, fresh taste of your pasta…
If you’re in a state that’s not Florida, California or Hawaii, right now you’re probably dreaming of spring. I live in California and I apologize up front. It just happened this way, I didn’t really plan it, so don’t hate me. I never gloat over the weather because I could be killed at any second by a terrifying mother of an earthquake. That pretty much evens things out…