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
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.
Grant Street – Little Italy in San Francisco is calling me back. Some day. Soon.
It’s really not Moroccan or Italian or anything but my creation, but I guarantee yumminess. Go ahead, give my recipe below a try.