Keyed Up

Although my family’s restaurant is distinctly Italian, I, on the other hand, am Greek, as is a large part of my family. Together, we manage to fulfill numerous┬ástereotypes about Greek-Americans, one manicotti at a time. For years, I resisted my Greekness, trying to “fit in” with the Smiths and Walkers of the world, never quite… Continue reading Keyed Up

Lazy Pants

Would I define myself as particularly bold or outrageous? No. (And being a rebel in a past life doesn’t count). I’ve taken the Myers-Briggs, and since that test doesn’t lie, I know for a fact that I am not as big of a risk taker as my Id would like for me to think. However,… Continue reading Lazy Pants

Because it’s Wednesday

If you’ve read my About Me┬ásection then you know that somehow, in my spaghetti scented youth, I developed a taste for the finer things. Now, I hope this doesn’t throw you off. I appreciate hazelnut creamer and a burger from Jack in the Box more that I’d like you to know (the Sourdough Jack is… Continue reading Because it’s Wednesday