You like to put stuff on bread. I get it. You like variety. Me too. You like eating bruschetta, but more than that, you like saying the word bruschetta. Properly pronounced, it’s bru’sketta. Say it like “brushetta” in Italy and they’ll politely correct you while serving you the best bruschetta you’ve ever had, and then they’ll …
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Broken Meatball Sub Sandwiches
These meatballs. Ohhhhh Mah Gawd. This tempting adulteress Broken Meatball Sub Sandwich will lure you with just one look. This meat is so moist and flavorful with just the right amount of crisp on the outside. How do you make these bad boys? I mean, girls. First a very short backstory on these meatballs: They were …
No Boil Lasagna With Turkey Sausage
Okay, you guys. I need to confess something. It’s not going to be popular with the general public, so please don’t throw mildly expired tomatoes at me. And definitely don’t tell the Italians. Judge me for 5 minutes (setting the timer helps so you won’t dwell on it) and then you have to go back …
Marinated Cucumber Salad
Do you ever pretend you’re something you’re not? Oh puhlease. Yes you do. When you’ve got the house to yourself, you don’t turn the music way up and pretend you’re the star of your own concert, complete with “air” microphone? Because let me tell you, I scream a mean Alanis Morissette when no one’s around. I …
Fusilli Pasta with Spinach and Asiago Cheese
When I discover a tasty new recipe, all I want to do is share it with everyone. The recipe, that is. The actual meal I just want to eat it all myself. Sure, I’ll save a few bits for my husband. I’m generous like that. I’m feeling so generous right now, as I live and …
Roasted Romanesco
Every fall, this thing haunts me as I stroll through the vegetables at the grocery store. What is it? And, more importantly, why do I want it so badly? Its freaky spikes had me intrigued. Finding out that this was an Italian vegetable was what pushed me over the edge and this strange beauty was …
Bruschetta – The Trastevere Way
I cannot utter the word bruschetta [pronounced bru-sket-ta] without reminiscing about the sights, sounds, and smells of our favorite little neighborhood in Rome, Trastevere. With its narrow cobbled streets and local large families dining in alleyways, Trastevere made me feel like a real Italian. [Note: I claim to be 100% Italian but, truthfully, I’m a …
