Everyone who knows me knows that I consider myself a foodie.  Growing up, food–growing it, shopping for it, preparing it, enjoying it–was the highlight of all our big, fat Italian family gatherings.  It didn’t matter if it was a holiday event or a Sunday lunch, we ate and we ate well. As a child I was always the last one at my grandparents’ table.  That was partly because I was, as my grandmother used to say, a chiacchiarone (chatterbox) but {Read More}