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Tell me again why I invite dinner guests a week AFTER the maids came and 10 days BEFORE they're due again?On the positive side, I love making chicken souvlaki and Greek salads. It's quick.Good thing, because we're going to look at a dream house beforehand.Busy. This retirement stuff isn't easy! . . .
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That's a nickname we have for our hometown, Rochester, NY.Cruising around Facebook the other night, I looked at some photos from my 40th high school reunion, held this past summer. I am not in touch with my friends and classmates from those days, at all, so I didn't go. I went to the 10th, . . .
Cruising around Facebook the other night, I looked at some photos from my 40th high school reunion this past summer. I am not in touch with my friends and classmates from those days, at all, so I didn't go. I went to the 10th and that was enough.Well, we're old, that's clear from the photos.It was . . .
It's been many years since I've shared a heritage and childhood memories with the man in my life. In fact, the last time was when M. and I were married the first time.Today, as we strolled down a deserted Via in Acqui Termi, I noticed a little family coffee bar with what looked like a few . . .
Individually wrapped, each one about three bites. < p>Sweet and familiar against the tongue. Made by Nonna, or Zia. <p>Amaretto cookies.</p> <p>They taste of our childhoods.</p> <!--EndFragment--> . . .