Sunday Meatballs We talk a lot about Sundays here at the Farmhouse. Not the ice cream kind, but the stock-the-kitchen kind. We’re so grateful that each week has this little coda tacked on to the end–a spacious day, with time Read on!
“Solvitur Ambulando.” Solve it by walking. Every day–rain, shine, cold, or not enough time. I walk, not to get “in shape,” not to lose a few pounds, but to keep from losing my mind. I leave the house carrying around Read on!
When I was little, we lived right around the corner from a small grocery store called Jack’s Pak-It, owned by the Fertittas, a close-knit Italian family completely to blame for my lifelong obsession with grocery stores. In the early 1970’s, Read on!