A LaPorta Thanksgiving
Our Thanksgiving was full of mixed feelings this year, as Uncle Johnny passed the 22nd. Yet, Mom and Dad held up well, with assistance from the hospitality of the LaPortas of Rocky Mount. We didn't cook, we didn't clean, and the food was great! Despite arriving 2 1/2 hrs early, rousing our hosts from bed, and running over their yard lamp, Frank and Penny put out a spread of traditional staples, plus a seafood lasagna and blueberry cheesecake.
We have a standing invitation to Christmas dinner, which, having attended last year, I can attest to how wonderful a cook Frank is. He may have one oven and two arms, but he cooks for three armys.
posted by Steelerfan06 | 1:54 PM
3 Comments:
How fun! I wish I could've been there with you all. Frank and Penny are good friends to Dad and Mom, and though I've never gotten to meet them personally, I've tasted Frank's cooking because he sent some home with Dad. As Rachael Ray would say--YUMMO!!!
Well, I've never met them OR tasted Frank's cooking...so why is my mouth watering?
Pavlov should have done his experiments on FOWLERS. LOL! (We're a whole lot more fun than a kennel full of dogs...and just as predictable when it comes to comestibles...)
Well, if you haven't eaten at Frank LaPorta's house, then consider your existence as incomplete. The man knows secrets of baking pastries, pasta, standing rib roasts...shall I go on? He is generous with his food, his recipes, and his home...he wisely married a peach of girl, Penny, who somehow---never has to do much cooking!
Thanksgiving was outstanding, and Christmas was even better...and I noticed food disappearing out the back door quietly for someone in the neighborhood, too. That is the LaPorta way. Emeril says, 'Food of Love'...we know what he means, now.
Tom
Post a Comment
<< Home