The Feast of the Seven Fishes begins here. And maybe it’s not celebrated directly in Italy, but our Italian American heritage brings it in! Christmas eve is always done up in our home year after year and we celebrate with fish done up every which way, twirls and spoonfuls of pasta, hot peppers and oil soaked into torn bread placed down the table, puff pastry wrapped cheese, and that chocolate brownie torte I eat solo for days thereafter. We pile our plates and go back for seconds without regrets! Feeling stuffed is so comfy, that our Christmas day sleepies are so good.

Merry Christmas to all and Happy Holidays!

xoxo

Francesca