I Live In Italy Part Time, And

Well, You Know, I Have Always Had An Issue With The Whole Weight Thing With People In General Because I Happen To Love How Big Women Look. I Mean, It's All A Perspective. It's All An Opinion, And I Think Sort Of The Rubenesque, Voluptuous Body Is A Lot Sexier Than The Boney Bag Of Bones With Fake Everything.

As A Matter Of Fact, I've Been To Italy Many Times Before I Met My Husband, Which He Can't Even Imagine That I Could Possibly Know Anything About Italian Food. But, You Know, Italian Food's Really Basic, And There's So Many Different Variations On It That What My Husband Did Is He Broke It Down For Me.

I Used To Watch My Grandmother Make Fancy, Julia Child-style Beef Bourguignon. And Growing Up In New York City, I Was Exposed To Many Cultures. I Experimented With Puerto Rican And Jamaican Food.

I Think That My Interpretation Of Italian Was A Lot More Southern Than What My Husband Cooks. You Know, I Grew Up In Queens And In Brooklyn, And We - Really, It's More Southern. It's Naples And Sicily. It's Heavier. It's Over-spiced. And Like Most Americans, I Thought Spaghetti And Meatballs Was Genius.

I Have Lots Of Shoes, But I Have To Be Comfortable. Lately, I've Stolen My Husband's Big, Ugly Uggs To Wear Around The Kitchen. I Want To Have Them On, Then Slide Into A Fabulous Heel Later. Truth Is, I Often Forget The Heel.