It was six a.m. in Venice Italy and I couldn’t sleep. I looked at my two flat mates snoring and cozy in their beds and knew I couldn’t sit here all morning cocooned in my nice warm bed, waiting for these silly hungover girls to wake up. It was time to hit the streets of …
It was our fourth night in Venice, at the end of day four of having way to much fun on the city that sits on ancient wooden stilts in the middle of the Adriatic Sea. It was also the first night of Carneval. My head was reeling from the discovery that yes indeed I do like white wine. …
Zuppa Toscana Soup is an Olive Garden favorite. No this mountain version is not made with squirrel. This is just the creamy version of this Italian soup I make in my mountain kitchen. I actually loathe the Olive Garden and fake Italian food. I actually thought I hated Italian food until my best friend dragged …