I’ve been thinking about my dad a lot lately. Maybe because it was just father’s day or maybe because his would be 71st birthday is coming up soon, but I also think it’s because I’ve been talking to a lot of people about their experiences with their fathers or step-fathers and I’ve heard the full range of the best to the worst. It makes me really thankful that my dad fell on the scale of the best. Continue reading
I think it might be time to share my Sunday Gravy with you. I mean, we’re friends right? You’ve been hanging in there with me through all the times when I have dropped off the radar and you’ve cheered me on when I’ve made my comebacks. I think you deserve Sunday Gravy.
Now if you’re not down with the whole Italian-American thing you might be asking, “What the heck is Sunday Gravy?” Don’t worry, I’m here to help with that. Sunday Gravy is a slow cooked tomato sauce that uses meat as it’s base. It’s not a bolognese and it’s not a ragu. It is still, for me, primarily a tomato sauce and is served over pasta (fresh if at all possible). Sunday Gravy should make the whole house smell like if you walked into the kitchen you would expect to find a whole clan of Italian Grandmothers stirring the pot. It is rich and satisfying and one mouthful makes you feel like you’re wrapped up in Grandma’s hand crocheted quilt. Really. Sunday Gravy is that good.
Hello friends. Long time no chat. It had to happen eventually though, right? A new post? Here it is!
So 2015…. not my best year for blogging. I’m pretty sure we wouldn’t be able to find a single soul to disagree. But that’s the lovely thing about life right? We get to start again. Let’s put 2015 blogging in past and move forward shall we? It might take a bit to get back into the swing of things but I will. Like riding a bike and all, right? I think so, but please stick with me until my writing gets a bit less clumsy. And wait until you get a look at these photos!! Shocking!!!!
When this post was first conceptualized, it was going to be my jump back into the blogosphere with a recap of our great vacation to the northern reaches of Western Australia. A great vacation that started with a blow out; while I was driving of course. And in the middle of nowhere but fortunately enough across the road from a roadhouse and fortunately enough I was with my better half who is an absolute gem and handled the situation beautifully. Of course the entire post was going to was going to be filled with humor and witty prose as I guided you through our week long adventure. At least that’s how it sounded in my head. The best laid plans my friends. The best laid plans….