It’s not until I left Italy that I realized we take good food for granted. Not just in our homes, but everywhere we go. Even when skiing. 435 more words
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I, like my sisters, am a grazer. Like a (cuter? more portable?) cow, I meander around my apartment eating handfuls of whatever’s around. To fight my ruminant tendencies, I try to keep a bowl of something marginally acceptable in my fridge so I can go stick a spoon in it and go about my day (rather than eating a bag of chocolate chips). 758 more words
I firmly believe that what we eat, like what we see or the people we speak to, makes what we are. It contributes, in a quiet way, to the way we look at the world. 1,744 more words
Because Pancakes aren’t just for Pancake day!
So depending on where you are in this glorious world it was “Mardis Gras”, Fat Tuesday, Shrove Tuesday, Pancake Day a whole list of names on February 17th 2015, 2 days since, ultimately it’s history lies in celebratory food, a feasting prior to the limitations of Lent. 1,254 more words