Many of you know that I am a transplanted Bostonian having been born there and having spent the greater part of my life there until my husband’s job brought us to the Chicago area. Now, our two daughters are headed back to Boston to attend medical school. Roger and I have officially become empty nesters!
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.
