Chicken cacciatore is a classic Italian comfort dish. As with most Italian dishes, each family has its own version of sauce, pasta dishes, and desserts that are passed down from generation to generation. As the recipe is passed down, some family members (meaning me), and at times (meaning me, most of the time) the family member will tweak and put their own spin on the dish. … Continue reading Italian for dinner – CHICKEN CACCIATORE
Winter is the time for fleece-wear, a roaring fire, page -turning books, and delicious aromas swirling around the kitchen as your comfort food is simmering or baking. We all have favourite dishes that feel like a hug as we relish each bite; and for me, it’s Italian food. One of my favourite meals to whip up for a self-care dinner is a simple dish with … Continue reading Comfort Food: Italian Style
It’s that time of the year again, where everyone is hunting down Cadbury Easter Eggs, chocolate bunnies, or marshmallow eggs, so why not raise your sweet tooth bar a little higher and bake up a batch of these heavenly balls of dough—ZEPPOLE. Zeppoles are deep-fried dough balls, topped with powdered sugar. However, as is with most things of my people, every household has … Continue reading Cadbury eggs move over—it’s ZEPPOLE time
ANSWER: They can all be found in my newly released book: WISHES, STITCHES & DISHES . A BUNDLE with something for everyone. Now available on Amazon. What’s inside the bundle? What about the lottery, you ask? I’ll get to that further down. 🙂 First, it’s my pleasure to introduce you to Pippy, Angel & Matt (excerpts) plus a sample recipe from the dishes section. *** PIPPY’S WISH A tween angel-in-training … Continue reading What do Wishes, a Comedy of Errors, Recipes & Winning the Lottery have in common?
The journey to the best Focaccia of my life was a ten hour flight, a two hour car ride and an hour donkey ride uphill all the way. Okay, I’m joking about the donkey part. However, I bet back in the day they had to use donkey’s to get to the tiny Trattoria in Italy, complete with wobbly wooden tables, checkered table cloths, hunks of provolone cheese hanging from the ceiling, someone’s Nonna dressed all in black, serving homemade red wine in stemless glasses and the tastiest Focaccia bread in the world.