It began with the peas. We had gone to Roost to celebrate a friend’s birthday. I was visiting Portland, and I asked him to pick his favorite restaurant. I thought it was a good sign that the gigantic dog splayed on the sidewalk out front had time to greet us […]
When I want comfort food, I usually have the ingredients on hand to make this. This is the dish I requested most often when I came home to visit my parents, and it’s one of the recipes my mother actually did walk me through the steps so I would know […]
The last time I saw Edoardo Ponti, he was thirteen years old. I was working as a publicist for the CBS Television Network, and spent some time with him and his older brother Carlo on a set in Toronto over several hot summer days. We chatted about young boy things, […]
My mother never wrote down recipes. This she learned from my grandmother. I realized once I got married and wanted to start making family favorite meals, I would have to insist that they did. You would have thought I asked them to stick needles in their eyeballs. Oh, the moaning […]
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