I never thought of myself as someone who liked artichokes. My mom has always made an artichoke dip for a Christmas dinner we have every year with friends, and people went into a panic the year she thought about bringing something else instead. But it’s not really for me. I always thought it was because…
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Every year in the Spring I am so ambitious about my little garden. Gerrit and I go to the garden center as soon as the weather seems warm enough and pick out new herbs and perhaps a couple of vegetables. This year we bought hydrangeas to plant underneath the kitchen window in the hopes that…
Let me set the stage for this meal for you. Early evening in Florence, walking around the Oltrarno. It had been such a hot day. So hot. And we had climbed and climbed up to the Piazza Michelanglo to get a view of Florence, of the Duomo dwarfing every other building in sight, of the…
I have always been a collector. My mom might say I have always been more a hoarder. Not that I am a hoarder, just that if I’m not careful I can have those tendencies. When my brother and I were younger and were instructed to clean our rooms I would carefully organize all of my…
We have been counting down since January for this week, for this month even. We have been researching museums and booking places to sleep and buying train tickets. We have been learning a little bit of Italian and studying maps. I have been on Google streetview so very much. And finally we have reached the…