Happy Birthday America and Me!

Every year on my birthday I wear red, white and blue. There might have been a year as a teenager I thought about rebelling, but then went and changed my clothes, it just didn’t feel right to wear any other colors!

When I was younger, I always loved to watch fireworks and thought they were there just for me. Of course my mother told me they were and that everyone celebrated the 4th of July for my birthday. Since I believed everything she told me, I didn’t think any different!

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My birth date seems very suited to me as I have always felt my personality is somewhat like a firecracker! There are so many things I love about my birthday…

I love barbeques, the summertime, corn on the cob and cherry pie with ice cream. I love how I look in the color red, it compliments me very well and one of my favorite colors. I love that so many people think it’s “neat” that my birthday is on the 4th of July and when they find out, they get a really big smile on their face. I love when someone excitedly says to me “so, you must be a real Yankee Doodle Dandy, or I’ll bet you’re a real firecracker.” They say this as if they think I haven’t heard that a million times before! I love that everyone in my family has the day off of work on my birthday, it makes me feel like that’s my gift to them! I love that when I was younger, I never had to go to school on my birthday and always had swim parties. I love that it’s the one day I can get my family to play cards with me, happily at their request! I love that they think it’s weird that my best gift is just being together. I love that I have my mother’s attitude about getting older.

I love when people call me on the phone for my birthday. I love it even more now since it’s so much easier to text, Facebook, or email – my real gift is hearing their voice. However, I also love getting a birthday wish from someone that was in my first grade class, my best friend in art school, someone I worked with many years ago, or my good friend in Switzerland. Without social media, I wouldn’t have gotten those! Finally, I love that this is the one day of the year I don’t feel guilty enjoying a real piece of cake! I can’t wait to see what that will be tonight and have an extra big piece!

Happy 4th of July everyone! I hope you have a safe, fun and delicious holiday! Recipes coming soon, keep reading!

 

 

 

Delancey, Not the Lower East Side of Manhattan… the Book!

I just finished reading the book Delancey: A Man, A Woman, A Restuarant, A Marriage. It is written by Molly Wizenberg the New York Times bestselling author of A Homemade Life: Stories and Recipes from My Kitchen Table and the blogger behind Orangette. Her writing is honest, funny, poignant, and for a foodie – a must! I love a book where you feel like the author is an old friend and the read is like a conversation you are having in your kitchen, over a cup of coffee.

Molly writes about what her life was like while her husband was preparing to open a pizzeria. I should let you know – she had me at pizza! Once I realized that her husband is as crazy about pizza as I am – I was hooked! One of my favorite lines in the book is when her husband says “people will always want to eat pizza! The same way they’ll always want hamburgers and barbeque!”

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Synopsis from the book: When Molly Wizenberg married Brandon Pettit, he was a trained composer with a handful of offbeat interests: espresso machines, wooden boats, violin-building, and ice cream–making. So when Brandon decided to open a pizza restaurant, Molly was supportive—not because she wanted him to do it, but because the idea was so far-fetched that she didn’t think he would. Before she knew it, he’d signed a lease on a space. The restaurant, Delancey, was going to be a reality, and all of Molly’s assumptions about her marriage were about to change.

Together they built Delancey: gutting and renovating the space on a cobbled-together budget, developing a menu, hiring staff, and passing inspections. Delancey became a success, and Molly tried to convince herself that she was happy in their new life until—in the heat and pressure of the restaurant kitchen—she realized that she hadn’t been honest with herself or Brandon. With evocative photos by Molly and twenty new recipes for the kind of simple, delicious food that chefs eat at home, Delancey is a moving and honest account of two young people learning to give in and let go in order to grow together.

Her story brought me back to the day my husband and I decided we were going to move to Ohio. I had obvious concerns about moving: good schools, good neighborhood, was there a Lord & Taylor or Bloomingdale’s, and a must… good pizza (please let there be good pizza!).

Her husband Brandon, was inspired to open his restaurant and modeled it after Di Fara’s Pizzeria, his favorite pizza place in Brooklyn, NY. The owner De Marco has been making pizza for 49 years and takes the pies out of his 800 degree oven by hand! Watch this short 15 minute documentary, on Di Fara’s Pizza (http://vimeo.com/16077855) it’s beautifully done.

Delancey, is truly is a story about a man, a woman, a restaurant and a marriage. I loved it, and working backwards excited to read her first book A Homemade Life. I just checked it out of the library and can’t wait to get started on it this weekend! Enjoy!