Heart Throb… How many hearts did you break? How many songs did it take? VALENTINE IT’S YOU! How many times, no clue— How many promises to be true? “Don’t be a fool, eat pasta fazool.” In the mood to brood? Change your attitude… With John’s Hearty comfort food. JOHN’S “HEARTY” PASTA FAZOOL INGREDIENTS: 2 tablespoons butter, divided … Continue reading
This Strufolli recipe is for Anthony. Anthony commented on my Struffoi recipe…and gave me a great laugh. I ordered the Struffoli balls and didn’t make them… for Easter. Now it’s Christmas and time to make them again. Anthony’s Comment: “They look wonderful, but there’s no recipe! Go to an Italian bakery and BUY them? That’s … Continue reading
To continue with my blog…is the question of the hour for me. I committed to one year of blogging two years ago this month. I wasn’t sure how it would evolve, a newbie to the blogging world. I registered my domain name Italian Handful.com at Go Daddy. Com and decided to keep using my italianhandful.wordpress.com … Continue reading
The weatherman says 18 inches of snow by Wednesday. Chicagoans are getting their provisions— ready to hibernate, cozy-in— books, movies, games, fires, family, comfort-food, shovels, plows, chairs on the street, sleds and fun…for sure no school. I’m thinking Spring,.. missing the brights, the colors, especially yellow. And of Taline’s Tarte à l’onion with it’s warm bright … Continue reading
The Lion roars. A time for reflection. Release the past… through the looking glass. And forgive everyone. Trim and star and keep it simple. Dear Santa, I can explain. Continue reading
What to say to a Paul Klee In The Magic Mirror day? Red hot and frazzled? Klee calls this “taking a line for a walk.” And what about her tiny blackened heart? Disillusionment? The center of creativity? I take full responsibility for where my thoughts go on the page, but the Muse is another story…and … Continue reading
“Flops are a part of life’s menu and I’ve never been a girl to miss out on any of the courses.” —Rosalind Russell. Me either. Rhubarb resonates summer afternoons of my early entrepreneur days in our yard. My grocery store sign set up under the dwarf mulberry tree, the hanging branches creating an enclosure … Continue reading
Radish, one of my first loves. My first crop as a six year old urban farmer. How hard it was to choose the seeds, looking at the abundant array of choices displayed at the hardware store. Each envelope held a tablespoon of seeds, with the promise of magic. Radish seeds are small, skinny, smaller than … Continue reading
Guts. Guts, an American word, a weird word that says so much but sounds and looks ugly. An intrinsic word, indelicate, it’s meaning lost on no one. A good parent or writer needs guts. AKA— courage, pluck, or a high aptitude for risk. I have guts. I say I’m a risk taker, without the poker … Continue reading
Spring is the time to pick dandelion greens. An Italian favorite, with it’s bitter bite…you know it has to be good for you! Chicago is bursting with Spring. Flowering Plum, Crabapple, Horse Chestnut, Lilac, Choke Cherry, and we even have the Maggie Daley Tulipa. Some blooms are already gone, preparing for the next stage, the … Continue reading
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