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…
Stax kept us in the realm of appetizers for this week’s cooking sesh, though that’s not too surprising since Stax loves snacks. Aunt Dora was the younger sister of my Grandma and was a DiBattista before she was a DiPompeo. (suuuuper Italian) There are some pretty amazing stories that followed her through life: Meeting the…
Well, it’s that time of the year again ladies and gents. Pumpkin spice fades to peppermint, 40’s on 4 (Sirius XM station) turns from regular old-timey songs to Christmas old-timey songs, and I begin to panic daily about my credit card debt, instead of weekly. That’s right–it’s the holidays. A time of family gatherings, gift giving, disappointing…
Holy good sweet pasta sauce ya’ll. I know it’s been a hot minute since I’ve written but I have a good reason. I have been pretty under the weather. And by under the weather, I mean that I have been suffering from a pretty severe bout of depression. I’m planning on writing more about my experiences…
If I’ve said it once, I’ve said it a thousand times… There’s nothing I love in this world more than stuffing food inside of other food….also my wife. I also love my wife. Nothing says “I love you” like making dinner and nothing says “I’m trying to eat more vegetables” like taking a perfectly nice…
Camp Garcia 