My Heart Belongs to Sicily

One day, I may take my husband and my son to my parents’ home town. I dream of that day alot, especially when I am sitting inside looking out at a heat wave. We used to spend all day splashing in the water and playing on the sand. Literally living in our bathing suits. We… | Continue Reading &#10143

EAT PRAY LOVE BUT MOSTLY EAT

If I could, I would quit the pizza industry and eat my way through Italy. Wouldn’t that be an amazing job? I have had a chance to visit Sicily a few times. Each of those times, I experienced something amazing. For many of you who think that Italians eat out of pure gluttony, that is… | Continue Reading &#10143

Food and Family, Old School

Both of my parents come from a small town in Sicily. In a time where you grew your own produce, raised your own chickens, made your own cheese & put the fishing nets out every night. When preservatives and hormones werent existent. My mother had to delivery the milk every morning before school and then… | Continue Reading &#10143