A few months ago, I met my friends Cathy and Jill for lunch. Cathy brought us a sample of a cake someone from her husband’s work had made. It was a walnut cake which contained no flour, dairy, or granulated sugar. Cathy knew that Jill had given up wheat and wanted her to try it. [...]
I know it’s redundant, but I am an Italian foodie. My two sisters and I grew up in a thoroughly Italian household with a Sicilian mom and a Neopolitan dad—both equally good cooks. My dad and uncle owned a small Italian restaurant together, and it was the place to go for great home style Italian food, including wonderful homemade pizza. My dad has passed on; but, to this day, even if my 80-plus-year-old mom doesn’t know you’re coming, she’ll pull a 5-course meal out of the fridge in no time flat.
