Happy hauntings everyone! Every year I seem to have quite the line-up of things I want to do in October and usually get to about half of them. That said, I always enjoy my little adventures and festivities against the backdrop one of my favorite months of the year.
A few years ago, on a weekend away with two friends, we came across an old library which had been converted into a small restaurant. It looked so cute and unique, we decided to check it out. Once we were seated, we saw that they were serving afternoon tea. What a fun idea! It ended up being such an amazing and memorable afternoon, we were reminiscing and laughing about it earlier this year. This trip down memory lane got me thinking, "How fun would it be to host an afternoon tea!"
On a trip to Paris a few years ago with my cousin, I was overwhelmed by its elegance, sophistication, and atmosphere of whimsical romance. A magical city; even more so, a seduction of richness and indulgence. I'm talking about meticulously perfect pastries and exquisitely decorated desserts beyond anything I could have imagined at every turn!
Last weekend, we assembled a high-quality team of like-minded, food-crazed Italians to venture to Cape Cod. The team members: my parents, their best friends who we'll call li compari, and me. The mission: procure clams in order to make the perfect spaghettata. Could we have gone to the beach for some summer fun in the sun? Sure. But that would have been, well, normal. There is nothing, no distance too far and no effort too great, that this gang wouldn't do for good meal. Anyone who knows us will confirm it.
At my parent's annual family Fourth of July cookout, my two nieces noticed I had a scratch about 7 inches long in the middle of my right shin - the byproduct of hazardous yard work. When they asked where it came from, I said matter-of-factly, "From the lion in my backyard." They looked at me a little puzzled and I could see they were thinking it over, but ultimately they accepted my answer.
I'm going to start this story by setting the scene of my backyard. I bought a house about a year and a half ago and, to say it nicely, the backyard needs some help. I'm approaching "Project Backyard Overhaul" as a series of mini projects (cut trees, pull dead/ugly bushes, keep grass trim, etc.) all feeding into my bigger master plan. At the time this took place there was (and still is) a patch of dirt to left of the house that's, well, just dirt.
This past weekend I hosted a Moana viewing party for all my nieces and nephews. One of the things I appreciate and love most about kids is their wonder and amazement. All you have to do is build excitement and be engaging in order for kids to have a magical time. Well, that might not be all you have to do, but it's a big part of it!
This past Easter, I arrived at my parent's house early in order to help my mother cook before my brother's and sister's families arrived with all the kids. My youngest brother Angelo, Ang as we call him, was also there. We were in the kitchen, which opens up to a small sitting area with a sofa and my dad's cozy chair, buzzing around taking my mother's orders. As we worked, we chatted. Italians are not about to work in silence after all. Somehow the conversation came around to how horrible it is to try to cut or carve meat with a dull knife. Both my brother and I said we needed to invest in a good knife as we're both active cooks.