Day: February 26, 2014

“Someday, I’m going to drop dead, and you’re not going to know how to cook squat.” She said it at least once a week. Maybe more. I’d always snubbed my nose at the kitchen; at the trout heads and ground beef balls, the fresh-picked parsley and the pasta fazool. She was always looking for opportunities to teach me how to cook so I didn’t “end up serving my future family that Spaghettio’s crap,” but I know now that what she