We all have an idea of what to expect on an Italian menu in America, but you’d be surprised to learn that you won’t find your favorite chicken parmigiana (which I literally had for dinner last night) anywhere on a menu in Italy.
But there I’ll be out on the balcony in a little town on the coast of Italy at 3AM with only memories of you.
This graf I see is the death of graf. It no longer moves. It is no longer moving. Stationary frescoes. Crippled trains. This graf stares back like the eyes of corpses in the catacombs dei cappuccini. For what is a parking garage, after all, but a mausoleum?
The story would hardly have a happy ending but for the president of Apulia, Michele Emiliano, who supported the position of local residents and ecologists and refused to issue any of construction permits to the TAP consortium.
It’s good to cry.
It wasn’t about being a good cook, but understanding what good food was.
Because I’m mom, and I said so.
Could Prince Harry and Meghan Markle’s engagement be Great Britain’s plan to take over America?
Don’t fault him for not having a full head of hair. Or for being too broke to fly you to Hawaii. Or for failing to reach your six foot tall height requirement. Judge him on the aspects he can control. On how well he treats you. On how happy he makes you feel.
He was an opera singer. I only knew because I couldn’t stop asking him questions when we were stranded, alone, in a German airport at 3 a.m.