Monday, July 23, 2012

i miss this.








beach, sunsets, reading on the porch every morning, drinking next to the pool, and eating as much pub mix as i want without feeling guilty about it.

i miss vacation!

(all pictures from our trip to the outerbanks in north carolina, may 2012)

Thursday, July 19, 2012

tiger prawns.

usually we have our dinners planned out for the week. we go to the grocery store about every sunday, pick out our meals for the week, and call it a day.

the few times we don't have a meal planned out we find ourselves at a restaurant or scrounging in our fridge to make up a smorgishboard type-of-plate. last week we had one of those days where we had to find something for dinner. rather than spend $40 at a restaurant for probably what would have been a mediocre meal,  we ran to the grocery store, and stumbled upon these amazing looking tiger prawns.



we kept the flavor very simple, only adding a little butter and lemon juice to the mix. the prawns were juicy, flavorful, and very filling. 'twas a successful dinner!


recipe below. try it out!


lemon butter shrimp

1. heat 1 tbsp of butter and 1 tbsp of olive oil in cast iron skillet
2. add 2 cloves of garlic (chopped)
3. add a splash of lemon juice
4. add the prawns and cook 2-3 minutes a side
(don't move the prawns at they are laid on the skillet, otherwise the crust will not develop)




we paired our prawns with a fresh balsamic tomato and cucumber salad.


such a great summer dish!


are you a fan of prawns?


Wednesday, July 18, 2012

wine and penis confetti go together.

a few weeks ago i went to a joint bachelorette party for my two dear friends getting married this summer. one friend is actually getting married this friday (!!!) and the other friend is getting married in september. we all went to college together and since both brides-to-be have mutual friends, it only made sense to have a joint party. 

i was heavily involved with orchestrating the weekend events which were held in dc so when the weekend finally arrived i was ready to kick back and get the party started! unfortunately, i was struck with what was likely the flu on friday night at the hotel and had to go home after dinner on saturday. i ended up missing the party at the bar, but i was able to push through and rally at the private wine tour on saturday afternoon.



friday night: dinner and drinks
followed by catching up in our hotel rooms.


saturday morning: private bus to the virginia wineries



winery #1 - private tasting at breaux vineyards



our camp at breaux
we had perfect weather.


ugh, look at that view.


i have lobsters on my dress.
breaux has crawfish on their bottles.
we kind of matched.
dress {anthropologie}
watch {michael kors}
sunglasses {ray bans}


winery #2: private tasting at north gate vineyard



i love my friends.




hotel room decor
obviously.



saturday night: dinner in georgetown
me with one of the brides-to-be! 
(please note the hot tea in front of me. incredibly sick at this point)


aren't bachelorette parties SO MUCH FUN!!?!?

can't wait for the first wedding of the season on friday!

Monday, July 16, 2012

no one covered the fig tree.

last month i was back in my home state of new jersey for a family reunion. i brought boyfriend along so he could catch a deeper glimpse into where i come from. it was pretty funny. at dinner he was the only (natural) blonde hair, blue eyed, fair skinned person in the room full of 80+ italians. he took it like a champ though. 

being in jersey is one of the most comforting things i know. it's sometimes sad to think i can only go back to visit now. holidays are smaller, sunday dinners are fewer, car rides are longer. but i love my visits and i love being around my friends and family and delicious foods. i can go on and on about this place i called home for 21 years, but i'll save that for another post, on another day.

the morning of the reunion my uncle showed me an article that really embodies who i am and where i come from. it reminded me so much of my italian family and jersey roots.

i want to share this article with all of you because this author pretty much hit the nail right on the head. especially paragraph 8 (remember this post).

article can also be found here.

NO ONE COVERED THE FIG TREE

I am sure for most second generation Italian American children who grew up in the 40's and 50's there was a definite distinction between us and them. We were Italians, everybody else, the Irish the Germans, the Poles, they were Americans. 

I was well into adulthood before I realized I was an American. I had been born American and lived here all my life but Americans were people who ate peanut butter and jelly sandwiches on mushy white bread. 


I had no animosity towards them, it's just I thought ours was the better way with our bread man, egg man, javelle man, vegetable man, the chicken man, to name a few of the peddlers who came to our neighborhoods. We knew them, they knew us. 


Americans went to the A&P. It amazed me that some friends and 
classmates on Thanksgiving and Christmas ate only turkey with stuffing, potatoes, and cranberry sauce. 

We had turkey, but after antipasto, soup, lasagna, meatballs and salad. In case someone came in who didn't like turkey we also had a roast of beef. Soon after we were eating fruits, nuts, pastries and homemade cookies sprinkled with little colored things. This is where you learned to eat a seven course meal between noon and four PM, how to handle hot chestnuts and put peaches in wine. 


Italians live a romance with food. Sundays we would wake up to the smell of garlic and onions frying in olive oil. We always had macaroni and sauce. Sunday would not be Sunday without going to mass. Of course you couldn't eat before mass because you 
had to fast before receiving communion. We knew when we got home we'd find meatballs frying and nothing tasted better than newly cooked meatballs with crisp bread dipped into a pot of hot sauce. 

Another difference between them and us was we had gardens. Not just with flowers, but tomatoes, peppers, basil, lettuce and "chicoria". Everybody had a grapevine and fig tree. 

In the fall we drank homemade wine arguing over who made the best. Those gardens thrived because we had something our American friends didn't seem to have.

We had grandparents. It's not that they didn't have 
grandparents. It's just they didn't live in the same house or street. We ate with our grandparents and God forbid we didn't visit them 5 times a week. I can still remember my grandmother telling us how she came to America when she was young, on the "boat."

I'll never forget the holidays when the relatives would gather 
at my grandparents house, the women in the kitchen, the men in the living room, the kids everywhere. I must have a hundred cousins. My grandfather sat in the middle of it all smoking his DiNobili cigar so proud of his family and how well they had done.

When my grandparents died, things began to change. Family gatherings were fewer and something seemed to be missing. Although we did get together usually at my mothers house I always had the feeling grandmom and grandpop were there. It's understandable things change. We all have families of our own and grandchildren of our own. Today we visit once in a while or 

meet at wakes or weddings.

Other things have also changed. 
The old house my grandparents bought is now covered with aluminum siding. A green lawn covers the soil that grew the tomatoes. THERE WAS NO ONE TO COVER THE FIG TREE SO IT DIED.

The holidays have changed. We still make family "rounds" but somehow things have become more formal. The great quantities of food we consumed, without any ill effects, is not good for us anymore. Too much starch, too much cholesterol, too may calories in the pastries.


The difference between "us" and "them" isn't so easily defined anymore and I guess that's good. My grandparents were Italian/Italians, my parents were Italian/Americans. I'm an American and proud of it, just as my grandparents would want me to be. 


We are all Americans now....the Irish, Germans, Poles, all US citizens. But somehow I still feel a little bit Italian. Call it culture... call it roots... I'm not sure what it is. 


All I do know is that my children, my nieces and nephews, have been cheated out of a wonderful piece of our heritage.. they never knew my grandparents...


Author Unknown....

Wednesday, July 11, 2012

godmother.

i became a godmother last weekend. it was my youngest niece's baptism and i stood beside her as she became a child of God's. it was such an honor. we had my parents stay with us for a few days too. we ate, we watched the yankees games, and even got competitive in board games.


it was a pretty perfect celebratory weekend.


alessandra :)
"an italian star is born"



for dessert: cherry crunch with vanilla bean ice cream
recipe found here


dominating in "ticket to ride"


baptism day!
dress {j.crew}


aren't family weekends just the best?

Tuesday, July 10, 2012

a dc guide to weekend fun.

dine and shop in chinatown.
then catch a concert or caps game at the verizon center.

eat pizza at matchbox

happy hour.
anywhere.


take in a nats game

roam the museums

shirt {urban outfitters}
shorts {j.crew}
sandals {nine west}
bag {urban outfitters}
necklace {the limited}

drive only 45 minutes and tour virginia wineries.

my idea of fun. on any given weekend.


now, who wants to come visit me?

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