‘Tony’

I put this picture of Tony on my Instagram yesterday – I realized it’s actually my 4th Valentine’s Day without him since he died in 2014 – that seems so long ago, doesn’t it?! This is probably one of my favorite pictures of him – it’s just such a natural smile.  What I miss most is the anticipation of coming home, because he was there....

The last post that I wrote before Tony passed away was a mere seven days before he died.  I ended that post with this: “I just wish Tony was home where he belongs, yelling at me from the living room “what smells like ass?!” when I cook spicy food in the kitchen while he’s watching Sunday football.  I want my life back.  I know it...

It seemed appropriate on a day when the elections are held to cook the meat that closely represents the political process to me, yes I mean pork!  Biz had gone out and bought a 2.8 pound pork roast and said aw, just throw it in Tony!”  But with blog eyes watching, I felt the pressure.  I said “help me Bobby Flay!”  and sadly, came up...