My mother has been gone from this world two years today, so I took the day off and spent it in the garden. My new Blessed Mother statue, a late Mother's Day present from my husband, arrived appropriately today, just in time to replace the one that did not survive the winter. I placed her … Continue reading Our Lady of the Artichoke
I invented pasta alla puttanesca. I swear I did. I remember fiddling around in my pantry one night in my mid twenties, hungry for something quick and delicious. I remember the can of black Colossal black olives--the kind you stick on your fingers as a kid and which taste faintly of metal and brine--the jar … Continue reading Olive You So Much
Sheila squillante 