Happy Valentines Day



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“Be My Valentine”



Valentine’s Day (or Saint Valentine’s Day) is observed on February 14 each year. Today Valentine’s Day is celebrated in many countries around the world, mostly in the West, although it remains a working day in all of them. The original “St. Valentine” was just a liturgical celebration of one or more early Christian saint named Valentinus. All the modern romantic connotations were added several centuries later by poets.

The day first became associated with romantic love in the circle of Geoffrey Chaucer in the High Middle Ages, when the tradition of courtly love flourished. By the 15th century, it had evolved into an occasion in which lovers expressed their love for each other by presenting flowers, offering confectionery, and sending greeting cards (known as “valentines”).

Modern Valentine’s Day symbols include the heart-shaped outline, doves, and the figure of the winged Cupid. Since the 19th century, handwritten valentines have given way to mass-produced greeting cards.





Sunday Sauce for Valentine’s Day

Food is Sexy









The Elvis Sandwich Recipe

Elvis Presley





Ingredients :

2 tablespoon of warm softened Butter
2 slices White Bread
Peanut Butter
1 Banana
1 tablespoon Honey
2 to 3 slices of Bacon, cooked to the way you like it

Spread one side of each of the slices of bread with 1/2 the butter, completely covering with the butter.

Spread a liberal amount of Peanut Butter on the opposite side of each slice of bread

Cut the Banana in half and cut one half into slices. Save the other half for later.

Place banana slices on one slice of bread with peanut butter. Drizzle the Honey over the Bananas.

Add slices of cooked Bacon on top of Bananas.

Top with the other slice of peanut buttered bread.

Place the remaining butter in a frying pan and turn heat on to medium.

Place the sandwich in the frying pan, and cook over medium-low heat until the bread is golden brown. Be careful not to burn.

Turn the sandwich over and cook the other side of the sandwich until lightly golden brown. 

Turn heat off and remove sandwich from pan. Cut in half on the diagonal, and serve.

Enjoy !



Best Veggie Burger Ever

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I LOVE Em !!! Dam? They are so Dam Good. 1st Off, I’m Not a Vegetarian, but about 8 years ago I started eating a lot less meat and more Veggies, and usually go 3 to 4 days a week Meatless. I was looking for a tasty Veggie Burger that I would LIKE and the 1st one I tried ( Quninoa Cowboy Veggie Burger by TRADER JOES) and it was literally LOVE at 1st BITE. “I just couldn’t believe How Dam Tasty this Veggie Burger is. A week later I tried the Trader Joe’s Masala Burger, it’s not that good. The Quinoa Cowboy Burger has the Masala Veg Burger BEST by 1,00 times and I don’t recommend the Masala Burger at all. I pan fry my Quinoa Cowboy Burger in a little Olive Oil on both sides, put it on a Toasted Buttered English Muffin with a little Mustard, Mayo, & Ketchup, Cheddar Cheese and 4 slices of Dill Pickle. It’s so dam Tasty and I LOVE it so much, I can’t stop eating them . PS I don’t like the Trader Joe’s English muffins, I’m sad tos ay, they’re not that good. I use another brand. But I do LOVE most things I try at TRADER JOE’S. GREAT Company. 


Remembering Grace Kelly

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Grace Kelly

Grace Patricia Kelly (November 12, 1929 – September 14, 1982) was an American film actress who, after starring in several significant films in the early- to mid-1950s, became Princess of Monaco by marrying Prince Rainier III in April 1956.

In the summer of 1954, Grace Kelly and Cary Grant were on the French Riviera working on an Alfred Hitchcock movie, To Catch a Thief (1955). It was probably the scene after she speeds along the Moyen Corniche to quickly get to the “picnic grounds” — and away from a tailing police car — that she had time to look at the Mediterranean and the countryside along the coast. “Whose gardens are those?” she asked screenwriter John Michael Hayes. “Prince Grimaldi’s”. She would not meet the prince until the following year. In New York in March 1955, she received a call from Rupert Allan, Look Magazine’s west coast editor who had become a friend since writing three cover stories on her. The French government wanted her to attend the Cannes Film Festival that May. She had to given some good reasons to go. One: The Country Girl (1954) would be shown at the festival. Two: she had really loved working on the Riveria the summer before. She met Prince Rainier of Monaco during the Cannes festival. He needed a wife, because with no heir to the throne, Monaco would again be part of France — after his death — and its citizens would have to pay French taxes. And Kelly thought it was time for her to select a husband, one who would finally meet with her parents’ approval. Her biographers show that the life of a princess was not exactly living happily ever after. Old friends from Philadelphia as well as people she had known in Hollywood reported how glad she was to talk about her life in America and to be speaking English. And then on a cliff road she had known so well since her first visit to the Riviera, there was the fatal crash. The spot is said to be the same spot where the picnic scene from To Catch a Thief (1955) was filmed in 1954.

Kelly retired from acting at the age of 26 to marry Rainier, and began her duties as Princess of Monaco. It is well known that Hitchcock was hoping she would appear in more of his films which required an “icy blonde” lead actress, but he was unable to coax her out of retirement. Kelly and Rainier had three children: Princess Caroline, Prince Albert, and Princess Stéphanie. Kelly retained her link to America by her dual U.S. and Monégasque citizenship. Princess Grace died at Monaco Hospital on September 14, 1982, succumbing to injuries sustained in a traffic collision the previous day. At the time of her death she was 52 years old.


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Grace Patrica Kelly

1929 – 1982














Casanova Caffes / Wine Bars in Venice

Inside Cantina do Mori
One of CASANOVA’S Favorite Bars
The Bar at Do MORI
Giacamo Casanova
The Good Time roll out onto the Street
Typical Cichetti at Do Mori
Panini, Baccale Mantecate, Mussetto and ???
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Caffe Florian
Piazza San Marco


Since 1720


Caffe Florian’s was a favorite of Giacomo Casanova where he began many a Seduction over the years. Caffe Florian opened its door in 1720 and has been serving the citizens of Venice and the World ever since.
Caffe Florian has seen the likes of : Napoleon Boanaparte, Winston Churchill, Maria Callas, Aristotle Onassis, Jackie Kennedy, George Clooney, Jude Law, Gwyneth Palthrow, Matt Damon, Ernest Hemingway, Kings, Queens, Princes & Princesses, US Presidents, Heads of State, writers, artist, Film Makers, Movie Stars, tourists, and the people of the World in its almost 300 years of operation, serving, Espresso, Cappuccino (Coffee), Wine, Tea, Prosecco, Campari Aperol, Sndwiches, and Sweet Treats. Have you been there? Casanova has, and if you haven’t been, no trip to Venice is complete without at least one or more visits to this historical spot.
“Drink where CASANOVA Drank”
Calle Spade, San Polo, Venice
One of the most ancient Venetian osterie, the Cantina Do Spade is only a few steps away from the Rialto Bridge. This Bacaro offers a variety of cicheti: small typically Venetian snacks like fried squid rings, Meatballs, Mozzarella in Carrozza, Baccala Mantecato etc. Here our friendly staff and atmosphere will make you feel at home, but with the opportunity to taste fine and fresh food.
Inside Do SPADE
Have an Ombra
Drink Wine where CASANOVA used to Drink
In The FEAST of The 7 FISH
Sophia Loren
Seafood Recipes
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Giacomo Casanova

Giacomo Casanova

(1724 – 1798)


Giacomo Casanova was born in Venice on 2 April 1725, the eldest son of a Spaniard Gaetan-Joseph-Jacques Casanova and his Italian wife Zanetti Farusi, both actors. His father died when he was around nine or ten and his mother continued traveling with her acting troupe, leaving her six young children as always with their maternal grandmother Marzia Farusi; Casanova and his siblings don’t seem to have had much of a relationship with their mother then or later in life. Casanova describes himself as having being ‘a vegetable’ until the age of eight, by which we should infer nothing much interesting or eventful happened in his early growing years. However he did begin his education and showed himself to be an unusually bright young fellow. Not bright enough to have developed a complete understanding of himself as yet though. His first choice of a career, funnily enough, was Priesthood – even in an era when nobody was particularly chaste or saintly, he would have been a real disaster in that role. Fortunately for him, his roving eye ruined this prospect before it even began and, never the one to be cast down by anything for very long, he shrugged, studied Law instead, and let himself loose on the secular world next.

For the rest of his life, Casanova was to remain, what can only be described as, a Jack of all Trades – and Master enough of himself to get out of all the sticky situations that these Trades invariably got him into. He developed into a real tolerant, open-minded individual – he usually refrained from pointing fingers at other people’s morals and never hesitated in giving them plenty of reasons to be sniping about his in turn – if they sniped too much and too loud, he was always forward in inviting them to duel – and he was rarely the one to be carried off the field with many wounds to lick. He made time for practically all the fools he came across – to fleece them for all they were worth – and for most of the women and girls that crossed his path. He nearly married on several occasions, but last minute escapes prevailed every time. On one occasion he almost married his own illegitimate daughter – he had several illegitimate children that he either never heard of or came to hear of, like on this occasion, a mite later in life. Certainly though, he never worried his head too much about them. But then he wasn’t prone to worrying too much about anything. This perhaps was the main ingredient of his carefree existence. If one thing doesn’t work, well, never mind, let’s move on to something else, let’s see what’s around the next bend. And if it was necessary to bend a bit to get around the bend, hey, no problemo whatsoevero, in this life of ours some adjustment is always necessary.

Casanova’s talent for adjustment saw him traveling widely – Florence, Italy, Spain, Russia, Poland, Germany, England, France, Switzerland, Holland, Belgium, Austria, Turkey – and coming into contact with a wide spectrum of society, from peasant-folk to city thugs to ordinary middle-class people to the very rich and affluent to the aristocrats and royalty. He had close social contacts with the King of France, with Catherine The Great of Russia, with George III of England, with Frederick The Great of Prussia, with Joseph II of Austria, with Benedict XII in Rome, with the French thinkers Voltaire, Rousseau, d’Alembert, Crebillon, and many other eminent personalities of the day. He also found himself a prisoner of the Inquisition in Venice’s notorious Piombi prison for 15 months – for expressing his personal opinions on religion and morality a little too publicly – he would probably have languished there forever except for his irrepressible spirit – after one failed bid to escape, he tried again and his hair-raising second attempt was a success. Unlike one of our modern heroes, Casanova doesn’t appear to have suffered from much post traumatic stress as a result of this ordeal. He dusted himself off and coolly went back to the business of living. He always took care to live particularly well, with good food, clothes, and lodging. He made a great deal of money from his various schemes and lost it all rather quickly. The concept of saving was just beyond him.

Some twenty years later, needing money, he was back in Venice, opportunistically seeking employment with the very people that had once arrested him. It seems they were as prepared to be forgiving and he worked for them as a Secret Agent from 1774 to 1782. Then he left Venice for the last time and went to Paris. Here he met Count Waldstein who invited him to come live on his property, the Chateau Dux, in Bohemia and work there as a Librarian. Quite a career change, but perhaps a little peace and quiet was just what Casanova was looking for. He accepted and spent the next fourteen years at Dux.

It wasn’t demanding work and gave him ample time for intellectual pursuits of his own – aside from his memoirs, on which he worked diligently, he wrote on Mathematics, Philosophy, Grammar, Poetry, Short Stories, Plays, and so on. He also maintained a voluminous correspondence with friends, acquaintances, and former lovers. Age didn’t in any way diminish his general enthusiasm. Just prior to his death – on 4 June 1798 – he was described by the Prince de Ligny as: “At 73, no longer a god in the garden or a satyr in the forest, he is a wolf at table.”













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Remembering John Lennon



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John Lennon

In his Icon New York City T-Shirt


Former Beatle John Lennon loved New York, So much so that he made it his home. Moving into the famed Dakota apartment building on West 72nd Street in New York. He moved in  with his wife Yoko Ono in 1971. Yoko gave birth to their son Sean Ono Lennon on John’s birth date on October 9, 1975. Yes John Lennon and his son shared the same birth date of October 9th.

Tragically John Lennon was murdered by Mark David Chapman in front of his beloved New York home (The Dakota) at 5 PM on December 8th 1980. Naturally most of the World mourned the loss of the former Beatle John Lennon’s. I can remember the time very well. I was still living in New Jersey and in college at New York Technical College in Brooklyn. It was a Monday Night, and the height of Monday Night Football. I was watching the football game and having a couple drinks with my friends at the VFW in Carlstadt, NJ. I left before the end of the game, got into my car and was driving home to Summit Street. I had just pulled out of the parking lot and had only driven one block when I heard the tragic news on my car radio, when it broadcast a Monday Night Football over the radio and Howard Cossell announced that, “An unspeakable tragedy, confirmed to us by ABC News in New York City. John Lennon, outside his of his apartment building on the West Side of  New York City. The most famous perhaps of all of The Beatles, shot twice in the back. Rushed to Roosevelt Hospital. Dead on Arrival. Hard to go back to the game, after that news flash, which in duty we had to report.”

Cossell : “In case the folks missed the earlier news flash, ABC New has confirmed that John Lennon, a member of the famed Beatles. Maybe the best known member, was shot twice in the back, outside his apartment building on the West Side of New York tonight. Rushed to the New York Roosevelt Hospital, Dead on Arrival. An unspeakable tragedy. Details on Nightline, 30 minutes after this contest.”

I could hardly believe my ears. I was shocked. I continued to drive home. Parked my car and ran upstairs to my apartment. I immediately got on the phone and called my brother Jimmy, and told him the sad news. We were big fans of The Beatles and especially of John. A senseless, stupid act by a moronic idiot Mark David Chapman. Why? Just to gain some notoriety? “What a No Good Moronic Bastard,” is all I can say. And I must say it.

I went to school the next day. Classes at New York Technical College on Jay Street Brooklyn. As I’ve said, I was still living in New Jersey, and I got on the # 35 Bus to take me to the Porth Authority Bus Terminal, where I went donwstairs and into the New York City Subway System to catch the A Train to Jay Street / Borough Hall, Brooklyn to get to school, 3 blocks away. I attened my classes, then got on another A Train out of Brooklyn to Manhattan, but I didn’t leave the subway system their. I got off the A Train at 42nd Street and waited on the platform for a C Train to arrive on the local track. One came a few minutes later, and I hopped on to take to West 72nd Street where I got out. I got off the C Train and walked up the stairs and on to West 72nd Street, but not before emerging from the station, I could already hear the sound of people singing one of John’s famous songs, “Give Peace a Chance.”

When I walked up out of the subway and onto West 72nd Street, I saw a sea of humanity, hundreds of people out on the street in front of the Dakota where John Lennon had made his home with his wife Yoko and son Sean, and the day before he had been gunned down at the place where he lived in his beloved adopted city of New York.

The crowd started singing what had become John’s Anthem song “Imagine,” and I joined in, sing with a couple hundred people paying tribute to one of their heroes, the great John Lennon, who Imagined and just wanted the World to Give Peace a Chance. We salute you John, and your memory lives on, and we thank you for all you did. May you Rest in Peace Brother John.








Catherine Scorsese Sunday Gravy Recipe

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Watch Catherine Scorsese Make SUNDAY SAUCE
In her kitchen on Elizabeth Street
Directed by Catherine’s son MARTIN SCORSESE
Elizabeth Street
Across the street from where the Scorsese’s Lived


by Daniel Bellino Zwicke