So, two legs?
So, two legs?
This is TOO MUCH TUNA.
I loved my grandmothers fudge. It was something I helped her cook my whole childhood. She never measured anything and always used the same post, spoon etc. Before she passed I had her cook it with me but I reversed engineered it. I gave her pre-measured ingredients then remeasured the remaining so I could record what… Read more
My great-great grandfather emigrated from Italy in 1870, but his Italian name was changed by Immigration so I’ve never been able to trace him all the way back. My grandfather and great aunt only had vague memories of the stories they’d heard, but one of the possible surnames they mentioned was Nardini. Now I may have… Read more
My weirdest thing is with pancakes. They must be silver dollar sized, I have to have them cut into like little pizza slices (little triangles) and they have to be eaten with warm sugar free syrup. Now the clencher is, I have to eat them with my fingers. Bc my fingers allow me to put just the right amount of syrup on… Read more
I’ve done this. In 2002 I went with a delegation from Hot Springs, AR to Hanamaki, our sister city, in Iwate Prefecture. I was documenting the trip for our 10th anniversary of the relationship, and it was literally a life-changing experience. Less than ayear later I’d resigned and was living abroad. Read more