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Author: camparigirl

Trying to make sense of the world and life through food and words.

(5) Things we love…147

Posted in Things We Love

If you live in the Northern Hemisphere, we have entered Fall. If you are Jewish or Muslim, we are entering a brand new year. It’s not happenstance all these occasions coincide with the Autumn equinox as this was the time when harvesting drew to a close, and communities celebrated the bounty before squirrelling it away for the Winter. In any case, the days are getting a bit shorter and the air a bit chillier. I am planning to enjoy the cooler sun and the dissipating crowds.

Quick weeknight dinner: grilled cheese sandwich

Posted in Food & Entertaining

Do you ever have those days when dinner is the farthest thing from your mind and yet there are expectant mouths? When you would happily resort to Netflix and a bowl of cereal but others are not into breakfast for dinner? I don’t want to give you the impression I cook every night because I don’t. I often leave my family to fend for themselves, and they oblige.

(5) Things we love… #145

Posted in Things We Love

I slept like a log for 9 hours straight. It hadn’t happened in a long time. It’s mostly exhaustion and just thinking about the weekend ahead – all work – I am already tired. But Tuesday  will come eventually! I really hope you are doing fun things and enjoying life. Spare a thought for me trapped behind pots and pans!


Posted in Baking, and Food & Entertaining

There are three standard desserts you will find in any pizzeria in Italy: panna cotta, torta della nonna and profiteroles. The reason for their ubiquity is that they are all bought from the mass-producing behemoth – for being factory made, they are actually pretty decent. But because I know they are not handmade, I never order them. 

How to write a condolence note

Posted in Life & Love

I am known to have a potty mouth  that I am not particularly proud of and, sometimes, in social settings, I can utter the most inappropriate pronouncements – although, with age, I have tamed somewhat the relationship between my brain and my mouth. But, in a strange dichotomy, I can be a stickler for etiquette.

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