Maria’s White Gloves
My grandmother arrived in America in December 1930 after a horrific, vomit-inducing voyage on the rough Atlantic sea. She set sail from her homeland in Italy just three weeks before leaving her mother, father and four sisters behind. Barely twenty-years-old…
Pasta with Sausage, Tomato and Cream
Now our families gather around the kitchen table discovering each other again. There is no where to rush off to, and time stands still. The calm preparation of a meal feels foreign, but utterly wonderful. This recipe has been a…
Escarole and Bean Bruschetta
It is not uncommon to see escarole floating in my kitchen sink so the sand that stubbornly clings to its leaves drifts to the bottom. After a couple of hours soaking, the escarole is subjected to a vigorous rinse with…
