To be met at my lil bro's house with dinner ready: chicken breasts braised in white wine, mushrooms, onions and spices, broccoli rabe and rice, with as much wine as you could handle.
My brother and his wife, who are stupendously hospitable to me, call their NY brownstone The Hotel Paradiso. Amen.
Maybe I should extend the subtitle of this blog: Politics. Sex. Religion. Food.
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"Not what we have But what we enjoy, constitutes our abundance."
- Epicurus
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