Sitting at the Kiddie Table

Ah, the memories. Holidays at your parents’ house. At your grandparents’ house. Maybe family friends? Relations of some kind or other? I do. Christmas was always at our house. My god, the food. Sicilian delicacies (I’ve learned to cook a few), Italian pastries from Piantedosi’s (haven’t had their like since), and laughter. Lots and lots … Continue reading "Sitting at the Kiddie Table"