Last year I spent a weekend in San Francisco enjoying Little Italy and noticed the North Beach Jazz Mural for the first time. What a cool building. Can’t believe I’ve never noticed it before! The 30 by 40 foot mural was painted in 1987 by Bay Area artist Bill
All it takes is berries, phyllo dough, butter and little love. Who knew?
It is Sunday…….after all.
I don’t always make homemade pasta, sometimes preferring the chewy bite of a dried pasta. But, as we ease into summer, I find myself looking for lighter things to cook and that’s where homemade pasta really shines
Mouth watering wild strawberries in fresh cream. True Italian style. This simple and the sublime dish was served up to me at Trattoria Sostanza, Il Troia as it’s often called, after I dined on a decadent dish of baked chicken smothered in butter.
My Italian American moment: On February 23, 1915, after a 15 day journey aboard the SS. Guglielmo from Palermo, Sicilia to New York City, my great grandfather Andrea Bavetta and his family arrived in the United States. Andrea was born in Sicily in October 1861 – not long after the unification of Italy.
Recently attended a lunch at Mozza Restaurant in Newport Beach celebrating Nancy Silverton’s new book Mozza at Home. It was so interesting to hear Nancy tell the stories of her food.
Uber is banned, learn how to text for a cabin Rome or Florence.
Next time you are in San Diego on a Saturday, make a point to stop by the open air Little Italy Mercato.