I’ve shared this previously, but both my parents could cook. My mom spent several of the early years of her marriage to my dad learning to cook haute cuisine for dinner parties. But, the dishes I cherished were her baked ziti, pasta e Fagioli, and lasagna. Her version of eggplant parmigiana was considerably less messyContinue reading “The old man’s Sunday Spanish Omelette or how I learned to appreciate a frittata”