something for everyone . . .

at a food emporium I visited recently on
Long Island.  I ate a banana on the way there,
so I could resist all the treats for humans
(starting with the baking-right-now donuts just
inside the front door and continuing
with lobster rolls and a fried-chicken bar a bit 
farther on)—and just get the salad fixings I came for.

[Linking back to Ruby Tuesday and Our World Tuesday.]

The great sauce vs. gravy debate

I never knew whether this was an Italian
regional thing (as in where in Italy
your family came from) or an American
regional thing (as in where in this
country they settled), or a generational thing, 
or because "gravy" sounded more American
to people who wanted to assimilate.
I'm not Italian so I can't really weigh in, but
my in-laws were Sicilian—and not one woman in
that family would have been caught dead
serving it from a jar no matter what you call it!


[Linking back to Ruby Tuesday 
and Our World Tuesday.]