That's how my Italian neighbors, Teresa and Enzo, used to call me down to their ground-floor apartment in the neighboring palazzo for dinner nearly every night of the week. Enzo is a true Italian cook with a passion for fresh Neapolitan cuisine. I may never cook as well as he does, but the memories come flooding back with pleasure every time I sit down to a meal of my own making in the Italian tradition.
Children Go Where I Send Thee – A Homily for the 5th Sunday of the Year
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This Sunday’s Gospel describes the call of Simon Peter, one that takes
place in several stages. While it is presented in a compact time frame, for
most o...
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