Ricotta Pie has been a staple of our Easter dinner for as long as I can remember. It’s basically, an Italian cheesecake…because ricotta is cheese and because pie is basically a cake that’s reached a higher level of existence. Truthfully, it’s not something I ate while I was growing up. I’m not sure why maybe it’s due…
It’s been a while. I wish I had some news, something interesting that kept me from writing and cooking the past few months…but I don’t. As I’ve mentioned, I struggle with depression that rears it’s ugly head from time to time and, unfortunately, keeps me from doing what I love. As a whole 2017 wasn’t…
The other day as I strolled around on twitter dodging retweets from the day’s news, I saw a blue check mark who was unhappy he had to read someone’s “life story” every time he wanted to see a recipe. Which, as someone who puts a little bit of himself into each post, got me thinking…
Solo cooking in MamaG’s kitchen. It’s not something I get to do often, but I got to do it last weekend. MamaG was sidelined, recovering from knee surgery. She’s now partial bionic and will soon be more bionic once she gets the other replaced. If you’ve ever gone through knee surgery, or any surgery for…
Imagine, if you will, a place. Not just any place, but a place that is inside another place. Some call it…a room. A room where a group of people engage in learnings. A class room. Enough of that? Ok, well mi madre and I took a class at Eataly Chicago on Thursday and it was…
Camp Garcia 