I've been kind of lazy with my blog lately, but I have a good excuse. At least, I think it's a pretty good one. With my parents be...

I'm sure you all remember that, lately I've been cooking with tomatoes a lot, with homemade tomato sauce, to be precise. Ever sinc...

First things first: my friend Barbara is NOT from Southern Italy. She's not from Italy, period. She's from Lugano, Switzerland, land...

 Just to prove to myself and to the rest of the world that I can indeed cook something other than seafood, I made some good pork chops the ...

A funny thing about living in Southwest Florida is that everyone, and I mean everyone, when they come visit they ask two things: to eat by ...

  Well, I guess that I have already failed miserably at posting every day, but I have a good excuse. I swear. See, cooking without a dishwas...

Yes. That's right. Pork stroganoff. The recipe is usually made with tougher cuts of beef, but when I was a child my dad spoiled the hel...

So here's the thing: I couldn't care less about football or Superbowl. I'll be brutally honest with you: I find the game too ...

This morning I went to the farmer's market and, as predicted, it was a real zoo. And may I ask what the hell is wrong with pushy old pe...

Yesterday I finally went to the doctor to have my knee checked and was mildly surprised when he told me that I have a fractured knee cap. Th...

I know. Goulash isn't made with pork and usually you don't see sweet potatoes anywhere near it. But as it often happens with me, I h...

I have no clue who Robert is and my friend Google for once hasn't shed any light on my dilemma. I have been going through the "Mast...

As it often happens with my favorite foods, bánh mì isn't readily available where I live. It's not that I'm crazy picky, it has ...