(my daily blog)
My daughter granted permission to relate the following story: I’m having dinner with the Italian Mama, and I explain how my daughter currently seems to
Today, I host my first Italian Mama’s Luncheon. I’ve been in training for over a year to learn the ways of a true Italian Mama.
At the pool, my youngest begs me to go down the water slides with her. I have that feeling that I’m too old to do
Do you remember the Italian Mama? She taught me how to have a soundtrack to my life a year ago as I learned about sauce.
I’m frantic about my meatballs. Extended family will dine next week on spaghetti and meatballs the day before Thanksgiving. I can’t remember what to do,