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.
I Went, I Washed, And Now I See – A Homily for the 4th Sunday of Lent
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In today’s Gospel, Jesus, the Light of the World, brings light to a man
born blind. If you are prepared to accept it, you are the man born blind,
for all...
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