It wouldn’t be Christmas without Cookies

My mother once asked me how I came up with ideas for my stories, not realizing that she was my inspiration for so many of them. I enjoy sharing my adventures and my recipes, but sometimes my mind just blanks out. That’s what happened to me last month. Here I was fast approaching the deadlineContinueContinue reading “It wouldn’t be Christmas without Cookies”

Italian Christmas tradition – Pizzelles

Well here we are, it’s the end of 2020, wasn’t January of 2019 just the other day? It seems that the years just fly by with each birthday.  Going through my cookie recipes the other day, a memory surfaced, it’s the story of my pizzelle iron. You might ask, “What is a Pizzelle?” It isContinueContinue reading “Italian Christmas tradition – Pizzelles”

The Perfect Autumn Vegetable

After Columbus Day it seems before you know it, it’s November! Since its November and butternut squash is the perfect autumn vegetable, I am going to share my recipe for Butternut Squash & Apple Bisque. Being my mother’s daughter, it wasn’t until a few years ago that I attempted to try any cream soups, letContinueContinue reading “The Perfect Autumn Vegetable”

One Cookie and you’ll be Hooked

One day Sal and I happened to catch an episode of Hawaii Five-O on television. It was the episode that featured a murderer who was killing police officers. It was based on the original 1973 Hawaii Five-O episode called “Hook Man” that featured a double amputee as the murderer. I remember watching the original showContinueContinue reading “One Cookie and you’ll be Hooked”

A Moment in History

In September of 2011 there was a notice in the Providence Journal noting that on September 6, 1901, President William McKinley was shot during the Pan-American Exposition in Buffalo, New York. My cousin, Netta Iantosco DiSanto had called my mother and jogged her memory that their Grandfather, Giuseppe Iantosco, was there when the President wasContinueContinue reading “A Moment in History”

A Rescue Mission Gone Awry

The other day my sister, Anne Marie, and I were reminiscing about growing up in Providence in our extended family household. Our home was a triple-decker right near Rhode Island Hospital on Borden Street. We lived on the first floor, our grandparents, great grandmother, unmarried aunts and uncles lived on the second floor, with theContinueContinue reading “A Rescue Mission Gone Awry”