DEAD CHEF

My mom is visiting from Italy. Her presence has of course been a great help with my two children, but has also turned into an opportu...

Up until five years ago, there was only one baby in my life, and she was cuddled and adored beyond imagination. I had hundreds of pictu...

I love the end of summer for a variety of reasons: Days are getting cooler, the sun is not slapping me in the face at every occasion, t...

I love spring because my CSA starts again, rescuing me from a winter of badly-planned grocery shopping where I fill my house with too man...

My oldest son, MiniBee, turned four (!) a couple of weeks ago, an event that was celebrated with friends and with a deluge of Venice Ca...

Today is Mardi Gras, which is the day of the year I traditionally spend sobbing in my pajamas because of homesickness. The reason? In Ve...

As you can see, pastry lettering is not my forte.  One of the greatest challenges and joys of being an expat parent is keeping up wit...

Do you still have figs around? If you do, I applaud your restraint for not having eaten them yet. It took a massive effort in self control f...

I'm just going to come out and say it. I don't care much about fruit. In fact, if I didn't have children, I would probably ne...

You might remember that my family is now basically sugar-free thanks to Dr. Lustig and his anti-sugar campaign (YEAH, THANKS). I say ...

Easter 2007. Bold times. Today is Easter, my favorite food holiday in Italy, which is surprising since my family must have celebrated it...

In this post, I'll put my pitch-perfect irony aside because I'll be reminiscing about my son as a 18-month-old, a wonderful time ...

The holidays are over, and with them the grandiose dishes that celebrated them. This year, we roasted our first Christmas goose. So tasty, s...