This dish is a bit of home on my plate. If you have a garden bursting with zucchini, this is your new best friend and it can be served a variety of ways throughout the week. The recipe isn’t fussy and the ingredient amounts are completely flexible. I’ve never followed a recipe, just watched my…
Last evening I made some tomato soup which, not surprisingly, always ends up more like my spaghetti sauce. So today I was faced with leftover sauce. What should I do? I wasn’t in the mood for traditional pasta and when I hunted through the cupboard I found the makings for rosemary parmesan polenta – a…
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.
Grant Street – Little Italy in San Francisco is calling me back. Some day. Soon.
Sometimes it’s not all about travel, it’s about home. Have a wonderful Saturday.
While in Caltabellotta, Sicily, we hiked up to the highest peak. The view was tremendous, from La Chiesa della Madrice to the ocean and everywhere in between.
The Pisa Baptistery of St. John must endure the popularity of the Leaning Tower when, it’s beautiful in its own right.
Rays of light fill the dome inside the St. Peter’s Basilica in Rome built to rival Brunelleschi’s Dome in Florence.
Why did the wedding cake cross the road? Traffic stops in Panzano in the Chianti region of Toscana.