Single mom, urban planner, dancer... dreamer... explorer. Sharing my experiences, imagination, and recipes.
This time of year is usually reserved for comfort foods - rich, filling, and warm. However, this dish takes me back to the coast of California, where my girlfriend lives aboard her yacht in Marina Del Rey. She is smart, scrappy and is also a naturally good chef. So good, in fact, that she was requested as a private, personal chef on a charter where the chef had unfortunately been diagnosed with COVID-19. She was in the midst of getting her captain's license, so was in easy contact with the desperate captain but hey, what an opportunity! The beautiful thing is we had a behind the scenes view of the menu as it came together and, on her return, hosted a celebratory meal with friends that featured some of those dishes. I am always curious to watch her at work, somehow managing to never look frazzled or inconvenienced while operating in her tight galley kitchen. Every meal feels like it is produced in a five-star Michelin restaurant.
La Gatta Frettolosa Fa I Figli Ciechi (Haste Makes Waste)
Nothing good happens after midnight. Maybe. For me? Nothing good ever happens when I start to even think about Italy. I met my first boyfriend while visiting prospective colleges. It was a crisp, fall day and a girlfriend of mine begged and pleaded to be taken to the University of Rochester so that she could visit her boyfriend, a graduate of our High School (go Mustangs!). I knew she was preying on me because I was one of few in our senior class who had my own car. She argued I might want to attend the UR anyways so it would be a good opportunity to get an inside scoop on the campus. Valid point. To date, I had only had a few campus visits: Dartmouth, NYU, Clarkson, and RIT. I knew I would have to miss dance class to do so which, as a championship Irish Step Dancer, was risky.