Fish is Family

My mother, raised without one, vowed to give her two boys the maternal love absent from her childhood. Her love was a bed of eggplant sliced lengthwise to soak up the fatty juices of oven-roasted chicken thighs. Or beef meatballs laced with parsley, layered over Barilla spaghetti, finished with a few shakes of Kraft parmesanContinue reading “Fish is Family”