When I think about this time of year in Italy growing up my initial memory is the smell of fresh wine all over my home town. It’s a nice memory because I always equated school with grapes. Continue reading
When I think about this time of year in Italy growing up my initial memory is the smell of fresh wine all over my home town. It’s a nice memory because I always equated school with grapes. Continue reading
As the summer winds down, it is time to jar the tomatoes to use all year for the salsa di pomodoro (tomato sauce).
People all over Italy jar tomatoes, I did it every year growing up there with my family. Continue reading