Italian food really reflects the people. It reflects like a prism that fragments into regions. ~ Lidia Bastianich
If you’ve grown up believing fabulous plates of pasta, pizza, and bread were the greatest pleasures Italian cooking had to offer, hold on to your hats, dear foodie explorer, there’s MORE.
The foods of Naples and other cities in Southern Italy, from where the majority of Italian families in the U.S. hail, are just the tip of the iceberg….
Nearly all the best things . . . have been unexpected, unplanned by me. ~ Carl Sandburg
The last gold rush began in 1896 when George Cormack went fishing for salmon but found gold nuggets instead. Or so the story goes.
Just like that prospector, you often come upon some of the best things when you’re looking for something else, especially while traveling.
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QUESTION: Is or isn’t California in the Southwest?Depends on who you talk to. According to the map alone, California is in the southwest.
Yet when you consider the characteristics California shares with states undeniably southwest such as Arizona and New Mexico ~ warm and dry climate, relatively sparse population ~ only the southeastern portion of the state qualifies.
Nevertheless, your Western road-trip could take you through Northern California, so YOU’VE GOT TO KNOW about the terrific food waiting for you there. …
“Good food is a celebration of life.” — Sophia Loren, actress
Uh-oh! What do you do when that special event is now just around the corner and you’re sure of only one thing:
That you want to serve a dessert that’s anything but ordinary?
Celebrating with some popular Italian sweets is a good idea.
Of course, the Italian sweets we’re talking about here are beyond the ever-popular tiramisu, fabulous butter cookies, and the creamy inside, crunchy outside phenomena known as cannoli.
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All men’s miseries derive from not being able to sit in a quiet room alone. ~ Blaise Pascal
Sometimes silence is not only golden but vital.
I got a reminder of this the other night as I sat on the sofa watching a favorite television show. My hands were busy working on my hair, tightening my locks. Otherwise, my mind was engaged with the characters on the screen.
When, as expected, the commercial break began in a volume a gazillion decibels louder than the program, I tuned out.
Exactly how many advertisements aired as the set blared on – three, maybe four – I don’t know.
Then, suddenly, there was QUIET. And so I turned my attention back to the television to see what was going on.…
