I don’t recall the first time I had a cannoli. I do remember eating the most incredible cannoli in 1996 while in Venice. It was amazing. Since then, I’ve held a special space in my stomach for this delicate Italian dessert. I’ve enjoyed some good one’s since, but none quite compare.
A cannoli from Rome
So of course I took this sugar appreciation to the next level. I created a Flickr group.
We’re not actually channeling Sandra Lee (that will be a different post). What we’re doing is cooking. A lot.
My mother-in-law and I are hosting a small football party today. This is Indianapolis. It loves football and I love cooking and food, so a perfect activity for Sunday.
I’ m not really doing any of the cooking – Nancy is, and she’s an amazing chef and very kind to run with this idea today. Especially since she’s doing all of the work as I type.
So here’s what’s on the menu today. My friend George Greco always said, “It’s not tipping I believe in, it’s over tipping.” We’ve employed a similar approach to the menu. Overthetop.