Dorothy knew it.
So did E.T.
My father was at home anywhere if he had his pipe. He filled it from a zippered leather pouch that he kept in his vest pocket. It held the secrets of his life in his ‘other’ home, the fascinating-to-me foundry where he worked on the South side of town.
At Christmas, all roads lead home.
~ Marjorie Holmes, American writer
Being home in CT is the sweetest piece of my Holiday Pie.
Where do you hang out at Christmas?
Wherever it is, have a Cool Yule.
Christmas arrived early this year ~ last Sunday afternoon, to be precise, when the cousins came to carol.
As well as Merry Christmas to all and a Happy New Year filled with the jivin’ of hipster cousins.
Later. Like dig?
We should look for someone to eat and drink with before looking for something to eat and drink.
Epicurus, the Greek “garden philosopher,” was an ancient sage who left us an enduring message of optimism. His philosophy conveyed the ultimate conviction that we can live in serene happiness, fortified by the continual experience of modest pleasures. In October, it was all about the gnocchi.
But now it’s December. I need a tender remedy to these long winter nights, a pleasure, a diversion. Welcome to my kitchen, gnudi.
Gnudi is a paisan of gnocchi that is made from ricotta cheese and a little bit of flour.
(That’s nyoo-dee ~ the ‘gn’ is pronounced like the ‘ny’ in canyon. Everything sounds better in Italian, doesn’t it?)
The word gnudi means “naked” and refers to this so-not-racy, melt-in-your-mouth dumpling that is a ‘nude’ ravioli, or filling without the pasta. If you like gnocchi, chances are you’ll be a huge fan of these toys for the mouth. With tomatoes or brown butter and sage.
Gnudi are so brilliantly simple. They. Make. Angels. Sing. (I think angels must sound just like Pentatonix.)
Get the gnudi recipe here.
And eat in tonight.
With someone. ♥