your goose is probably only half-baked at this point

Moonstruck  has been a fascinating cultural experience for me. I first saw it when I was in my early teens, maybe tweens, and I loved it (it's got Cher in it, how could I not  love it?). Six or so years later, I attended Thanksgiving with my long-suffering partner's extremely  Italian family, and I fell in love with Moonstruck  all over again because oh my god they weren't exaggerating anything in the movie Italian-Americans really are this amazing . Then four or five years after that, I visited New York City for the first time and got a taste of the city in which Moonstruck  is set (though 2010 NYC and 1986 NYC are vastly  different places), and finally had all the pieces I needed to truly enjoy Moonstruck  in its entirety. (I still love Cher, don't be confused, but Olympia Dukakis as Rose is absolutely 100% the best part  of that movie. "You've got a lovebite on your neck." I CAN'T.) Now fast-forward to October 2016. We'd gone to see a play,...

It's been 10 years and 2 months since I married my hairy, nerdy, wonderful Italian partner. Fourteen years and nine months since I started dating said Italian. And in all that time, I have never once managed to make an Italian dish that fell anywhere on the spectrum above "that was pretty nice" (minestrone), and most of them were more along the lines of "well, that won't kill us, at least." I'm French/German, I think, and Appalachian 100%. I don't do Italian food (and Italian food doesn't do me - except to do me in, why pasta feels the need to expand and make me ill every time I eat it is a mystery to modern man). That all changed today. I've decided to go low-carb for the month of July this year, just because we eat a) way too much bread and b) waaaaaaaaay too many sweets. I'm trying to get us away from that. So far, I've been mostly successful (though the second week was the hardest - I think this happened when I experimented ...