Category Archives: Italian
The squash blossoms I picked up from the farmer’s market Thursday were on my mind when I went out for Italian last night. I didn’t want to batter and fry them and I didn’t want to make a summer soup.
I decided the flat, square homemade noodles that accompanied the abundance of everything else would be […]
First, you should know I really am not a lengthy talkative person. I process internally or unconsciously, provide the short verbal statement and leave at that. In actuality instead of the pages that follow, I would just write:
I realized what my desire for this holiday and struggle to achieve my trip to Italy symbolized for […]