This risotto gives me a great reason to buy salami, which I dearly love, but rarely have in the house.
It’s far too moor-ish to have in the fridge on a regular basis. Both mon mari and I would be sneaking it for impromptu snacks and it would be quickly gone. As it is I kept this well-hidden until after … Continue reading.....
Long, long ago in a place far, far away I made a pasta salad for our family reunion.
This was an annual event in the old, Mid-Western tradition of family reunions, with aunts, uncles, great-aunts, great-uncles, grandparents, grandkids, first, second and third cousins, two and three times removed.
A moment to pass on a totally tedious bit of information: