It’s raining pears, Hallelujah, it’s raining pears.
That’s right. I’m not ashamed. I’m literally stealing the fruits of my suocera’s labor. But it’s ok, she would want me to. Remember, in Italy, food = love.
My Pear Focaccia Creation (note: I did not use the sacred word “Pizza”)
A fun recipe for your pears AND for your marriage to an Italian man. Remember, your job is to open his horizons!
Insalata di rucola, pera, e pinoli (#fitaly recipe)
A quick little healthy recipe for those of you who may be experiencing the same level of pear inundation as I am: Pear, Arugula (or Rocket), and Pine Nut Salad
Married to Italy 