Although I had planned to work right up to just before my first child was born, medical conditions required me to go on maternity leave a month before then. Those four weeks were the one and only time in my adult life that I had no responsibilities other than making supper. It was a memorably [...]
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.
