The Good Morning Email: What This World Needs More Of...
12/03/07 14:12 Filed in: lifestyle
I'm a Wuss! Yes I Am.
I live with three women and a toy poodle,
and even if I would rather ride a Ducati up on PCH...I always end up wearing some butterfly wings and chase my daughters around the house, or it might be a chick flick on the couch.
So, I fall for things like the email I just received, and That I'm going to post on this blog.
Relevance to the show: Zero.
Emotional Value: Immense.
Will you be a better cook after reading this: You Bet!!!
I usually thrash every mass email I do receive...I do not forward my friends love emails...I spare them from the dilemma. Forward not Forward.
YOU LOVE ME? CALL ME AND TELL ME!!!
TALK TO ME!
Let's be brief. This post is about love; WHAT LOVE MEANS TO AGE 4 TO 8 YEAR OLD CHILDREN.
Deb and I received it this morning from a dear friend, and it made our day.
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I live with three women and a toy poodle,
and even if I would rather ride a Ducati up on PCH...I always end up wearing some butterfly wings and chase my daughters around the house, or it might be a chick flick on the couch.
So, I fall for things like the email I just received, and That I'm going to post on this blog.
Relevance to the show: Zero.
Emotional Value: Immense.
Will you be a better cook after reading this: You Bet!!!
I usually thrash every mass email I do receive...I do not forward my friends love emails...I spare them from the dilemma. Forward not Forward.
YOU LOVE ME? CALL ME AND TELL ME!!!
TALK TO ME!
Let's be brief. This post is about love; WHAT LOVE MEANS TO AGE 4 TO 8 YEAR OLD CHILDREN.
Deb and I received it this morning from a dear friend, and it made our day.
Read More...
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Let Me Introduce Myself...
I was born and raised in Fiesole, a small town
village on the hills right above Florence...in the
heart of Tuscany.
Since I can remember, it has always been about food!
My great grandma, my grandma, and in the following years my mother...of all the sweet things that one can remember of his early youth, well...the kitchen table and the dining room, and everything that can happen when you let those women alone in front of a stove.
Since I can remember, it has always been about food!
My great grandma, my grandma, and in the following years my mother...of all the sweet things that one can remember of his early youth, well...the kitchen table and the dining room, and everything that can happen when you let those women alone in front of a stove.
Needless to say...I can cook! Like most of Italian men, I lived with my parents long enough to learn a few tricks in the kitchen....
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