Nuts about food

    Lentils are small, lentils are round, lentils are red, yellow and brown. I like them in soups and burgers for sure, I love th...

I thought I was going to start this post telling you how I had been eagerly awaiting a package for weeks, checking my mail day after d...

    I spent a lot of my childhood locked in a closet, a trunk, or with a soap bar stuffed in my mouth. She, on the other hand, alwa...

     On Monday morning I went to work in a wet mess of snow mixed with rain. My throat was sore, my nose was tickling and my eyes wer...

      I'm not that kind of girl. Really.   It is not like me to turn my back on a meaningful relationship because things ar...

I love salad.   In Italy, salad is usually a pretty simple affair. Unless you are eating it as a main course during your lunch br...

This is a post about ends. A long-awaited end and prosciutto ends. But before the end, the beginning. Yesterday my day started at my loc...

Where is the time going? Another crazy week at work has come and gone, hand in hand with more snow and another child at home with the flu ...

It is hard to think of little else here besides the cruise ship that ran aground off of the coast of Isola del Giglio in Tuscany last Frid...

My bags are packed, I'm ready to go... As this song plays in my head, I think of all the last minute minutiae before crossing the Al...

One of the things that surprised me the most when I started blogging was becoming part of a community. The blogosphere may be a virtual pl...

My spring cleaning started a little late this year. To be honest, these days I just don't have the time for a real, full-on spring cle...