Mom’s famed mussels and potatoes. She used to do a version of this with artichokes too. A whole to-do.
The occasionally spicy fried peppers. You never know. Mom always harkens back to that visit my face turned beet red eating one of these.
The crab mousse. Another Mallozzi tradition.
Here’s the secret recipe. Shhhhhhhhh.
Galic scapes. We used to find these all the time at the Vancouver farmers markets. Delicious.
Mom’s almond cake.
Sis’s birthday celebrations. A stack o’ (ricotta, nutella, dulce de leche, pistachio, and nutella-stuffed) bombolone.
Boozing it up with Aperol and Prosecco.
Wings from Birdhouse, the new wing place my sister has been dying to check it out. Flavors included Vampire Slayer, Caccio & Pepe, General Tao, Smoked Apple Habanero, and Hot & Honey IPA.
Mom making taralli to bring back to Akemi.
Out in the back. The neighbor’s grossly unkempt yard leads me to assume he has either stopped caring or is, in fact, dead.
Kona and Ralphie.
Ivy, Andria, and Izzy.
Caramel and mom.
Tomorrow, I am homeward bound!
Looking forward to returning home to my wife, my dog, and those three half pieces of Brussels sprouts no doubt sitting forlorn and untouched in the back of the fridge.
— Joseph Mallozzi (@BaronDestructo) August 2, 2021