24 Dec Gramma Crucitti’s Meatballs
Nothing brings back childhood like my grandmother's meatballs....
Nothing brings back childhood like my grandmother's meatballs....
Well, the New Year did not quite start out as I had anticipated. There were plans for a party, some live music, and perhaps a little dancing. Unfortunately, life throws us a curve ball once in a while, and it is in those moments we find what we're made of....
They were all staring at me -- the first American-born descendant of my mother's family to visit her village in Greece. It was a warm summer evening in 1963, and I was seated at a rustic, round wooden table surrounded by relatives...
Comfort foods. They evoke images of childhood, of family dinners where there were more arguments than peas, and of Sunday afternoons sitting at Grandma’s kitchen table....
Only I would be masochistic enough to lay a new kitchen floor in my mother's house four days before Christmas, but it simply had to be done. So now my back, butt, and legs hurt, but by god it's finished and ready for my kitchen clogs. I hope tomorrow's pain does...
Going to my aunt and uncle’s lake house meant a lot to me as a child. It meant that summer was finally at an end, school would be starting in a matter of hours, and I would be facing a dish of polenta before the sun went down....