Sunday Supper

Buon Appetito!

The weather is getting cooler. In a rare quiet, you can hear the dry crunch of orange and brown and yellow and red leaves that cover the streets and sidewalks. The cool crisp nights fall upon us sooner each day as the sun indulges more rest for the winter months. And the familiar hiss of steam desperately escaping from stiff and grumpy iron pipes divide us from the sting of forbidding winds just outside. Summer is somewhere else now.

Instead of allowing the bitter winds to blow us all apart into warmer confounds, let us celebrate them by letting the gale bring us together each Sunday evening for supper. I want to bring together flavorful rustic cooking, soul warming refreshment, and debaucherous compositions of laughter. Hypnotic aromas waft from an open door to anyone interesting in joining us for our Sunday Supper.

Buon Appetito!