My most recent memory of this cake (other than when I just made this) is when Stacey met my parents for the first time. We were driving up to Wisconsin to my parent’s house and I remember Stacey was pretty worried about meeting my mom. An Italian mom meeting her son’s non-Italian girlfriend…
This is a dish I remember making throughout my entire life; with my mom, with my roommates in college, with my friends, and now with Stacey in our grown-up adult house. I’ve made this so much I could probably make it in my sleep. That, of course, would be incredibly dangerous and I…
If you know me (and my build) then you probably think that the stoic eye-tie on the right is my Great Grandpa…but you’d be wrong. Look at that scrappy little guy on the left, that’s my Great Grandpa Anselmo. Honestly, I feel like one of my thighs weighs more than he does soaking wet. But, I…
Camp Garcia 