Let me start from the beginning. Unlike last week, we were able to get a head start thanks to mother nature. Another storm rolled though New York today and we picked up another 4 inches of the fluffy white stuff which allowed me to work from home (thanks J/C). You might assume the snow would be a set back to our evening, but I actually gained a couple of hours (no need to commute to the city and back).
The chicken recipe was very simple and straight forward. The Vin Cotto filled the house with such a warm aroma that both Angela and Mariesa oohed as they walked up the stairs form the front door. The mixture of the wine, cloves, honey and cinnamon was a hearty treat on such a cold winter day.
We managed to to fight the distractions and push forward. Following the recipe, talking about the days events, discovering how much kitchen "stuff" Angela really has and Mojo using his math skills to meausre out the ingredients, shined light on the kitchen and it's importance to family life. Where else could all of us gather and share all this dialogue. Something about the kitchen and food just brings out the best in us. I get to hear my daughter speak openly about her day, where as at any other time it may be censored by the T.V. or "grown-up" talk. I get to hear and witness my son using his cognitive skills to measure out sugar and make a delicious desert. My heart fills with warmth and I think back on my childhood days and how my most memorable memories revolved around the kitchen and dinning room table. I remember back when my parents had parties and it always seemed that everyone gathered around the kitchen sink. In my childhood home the kitchen was separated by a half wall to the living room. As a child I remember laying down on the couch and falling asleep to adults talking and giggling away in Spanglish. It didn't matter what they were saying, I felt safe and most importantly at home.
After tonights meal I know when I'm sixty and looking back at my kids childhood I will remember these evenings. I only have them for so long and soon they will be off following their dreams.
"and the seasons they go 'round and 'round
and the painted ponies go up and down"
But let us get back to the evenings meal. We finished the chicken and we sat down to eat. We were all very excited, the aroma as I mentioned before was amazing and we could only assume the chicken would taste as good or better. Better! Last week we proclaimed O! M! G! This week we could not come up with words or letters, just grunts and smiles.
As always we wish you could have been here with us and we appreciate all the comments, emails and texts we receive. You are always welcome "Mi casa es su casa"
P.S. I hope not to confuse anyone with my mixture of Spanish and Italian. Being that they are both romantic languages I'm sure you will be able to translate either dialect.
P.S.S. I moved the comment area to the top of each post and have added a orange rule at the end of each post to help separate the different postings.
Ciao,
Mario and Mario
and the painted ponies go up and down"
But let us get back to the evenings meal. We finished the chicken and we sat down to eat. We were all very excited, the aroma as I mentioned before was amazing and we could only assume the chicken would taste as good or better. Better! Last week we proclaimed O! M! G! This week we could not come up with words or letters, just grunts and smiles.
As always we wish you could have been here with us and we appreciate all the comments, emails and texts we receive. You are always welcome "Mi casa es su casa"
P.S. I hope not to confuse anyone with my mixture of Spanish and Italian. Being that they are both romantic languages I'm sure you will be able to translate either dialect.
P.S.S. I moved the comment area to the top of each post and have added a orange rule at the end of each post to help separate the different postings.
Ciao,
Mario and Mario
