Celebrating life’s important moments

My husband and I celebrated 32 years of marriage this month.

We decided to go to Calzolaio Pasta Company in Wilton, Maine.

As of today, we have been together over 34 years, but we almost never met.

At the time, I was working as a restaurant manager. I was happy where I was, but my store location was closing and I needed to take a new store.  The one that was offered to me was one that I had no interest in taking over. None. Zero. What I discovered was that the company had zero interest in my feelings about it. It was that store or I was out of a job. Keep reading

Prince Spaghetti Day!

With the supply of pastina at an all time low, I’ve been thinking about other staples in my diet that have been around since childhood.

Spaghetti is one of them.

I usually buy DeCecco Angel Hair Spaghetti (cooks in 2 to 3 minutes!) but they didn’t have any at the supermarket, so when I was looking for the Prince Pastina (and striking out again), I saw the Prince Spaghetti and thought I’d by a box for old times’ sake. This also reminded me of the commercial from back in the day, of Anthony running through the streets of the North End in Boston to make it home on time for supper. Keep reading

Trying a new (Italian) restaurant

We were looking for new places to try for Italian food.

After doing a search of nearby restaurants, I came up with Calzolaio Pasta Company in Wilton, Maine

Eggplant Fries

Wait. What? Eggplant fries?

In the spirit of adventure, my husband agreed to try them. I love eggplant but he does not.

These things were amazing! They were a little crispy but light and the gravy that came with them for dipping was almost as good as my own. I would have bought some if they sold jars of it.

Everything else was excellent as well. The bread. The Angry Meat Pizza. The Chicken Parmigiana. To me, the mark of a great restaurant is that there are so many things that sound so great that you want to try them all. Keep reading

Pastina Emergency!

I have been making Pastina for decades, since my children were babies. Back then, they called it “Stini”, and sometimes I still do. It was a quick, easy, comforting thing to eat and they loved it.

Making Pastina was also a tradition, because my mother and my grandmother made it for me when I was a baby and for all the years after that.

Over the past several months, I have been having trouble finding Pastina at the grocery store. I had quite a stash so I didn’t worry too much about this at first. I preferred Prince Pastina but decided that Barilla or Ronzoni would also be fine. Keep reading