Step-kids and Lasagne Sundays

My kids were gone for a mini-family reunion at their dad’s house for the Fourth of July and I missed them, so I wanted to cook something wonderful when they returned. It was Sunday and my Italian soul longed for lasagne. It was just special enough that my devious plan, to get them (including my daughter’s boyfriend) ┬áto stay for a meal, worked. Now that’s success. (See what my mother taught me? You bribe your kids with food.) Continue reading

A Pat on the Back, Porkchops and Poached Pears

Porcine heaven on a plate.

Porcine heaven on a plate.

Remember, almost a year ago when my friends, my kids, and their friends helped move me into an apartment that needed a lot of work? Well, it still needs a lot of work and since I’m almost over the embarrassment of living in a place that desperately needs a paint job, I figured it was time to pay back my friends Mandy and Bjorn. Continue reading