While I was born and grew up in Italy until I was nearly 18, I’ve lived in the United States almost 2/3 of my life, and yet, there is something magical about Italy I can’t shake off. Something about Italy and Italians and they way they think, eat and do things that resonates with me in ways I can never really explain. I am what I am and I don’t want to change a thing. Yes, even though I assimilated fairly well in the American culture (if I do say so myself) I am still Italian at the core and I refuse to “shake it off”. 😉 Just last week for example, at a cooking class, the teacher, my friend Damiano, who was born and grew up in Italy himself, started counting in Italian and I had to chuckle. I do the same thing! The multiplication tables for example? 7, 14,Read More →