It's coming. And it's measurable. I woke up to the above Saturday morning (October 10th!). Bye-bye plants. Bye-bye summer happiness. Adieu. No matter that autumn is my favorite time of year and there is no autumn this year. No matter that I look like Igor as I approach - slouching and dragging my right foot behind me. No matter. I can cope. The pumpkin lights are out. Pumpkins truly look grand in the snow. So, Columbus Day is a snow day - no biggie, right? Surely somewhere in the Italian Alps there is snow. I shall make-believe I'm there. Half my life is composed of make-believe.And speaking of Italy and the snow, I have gotten so caught up in - blithely cooking whatever suits my fancy that I have forgotten the purpose of my blog - which was to reach into my sometimes tempermental, worry-wart, enthusiastic and dramatic Italian genes and rediscover my heritage.
So I shall begin anew and do just that. I am the Italian food examiner and I devised an easy meal for Columbus Day: Calabrese appetizer, Gresio chicken cutlets, broccoli with toasted bread crumbs, and spaghetti with garlic and oil. Feel free to take a peek - and I am looking for advice. The head of the examiners say, "No humor, nothing personal, not a blog." But to me - everything is personal. My plays (even the silly ones) are personal. What do you think?
http://www.examiner.com/x-25270-Minneapolis-Italian-Food-Examiner
