š·š„ Home is not a place. Itās these people.
Thereās a specific kind of magic that happens when our family gathers around the table. Itās not about the perfect plating or the fancy china (though my mother insists on bringing out the "good napkins"). Itās about the noise. anna ralphs family dinner
Tonight, I made the rosemary focaccia that almost caught on fire last Thanksgiving. My brother brought a salad that is 90% cheese (respect). And my grandmother, as always, is convinced we haven't made enough food to feed an army. š·š„ Home is not a place