Pomato Revival

This week I introduced my dear friend C to the Feast of Santa Rosalia, Bensonhurt’s annual street fair honoring the patron saint of Palermo, Sicily. “The feast” was the highlight of our summers growing up. Yes, we loved getting out of the city, hiking, swimming, etc., but nothing thrilled us more than a sticky August […]

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I’m not ashamed to admit defeat. My garden this year was a total flop. My theories: 1. A little of me being a bad mom. Busy schedule, not pruning, watering, and feeding them enough. I’m not about to get nominated for any gardener-of-the-year awards. 2. A little of the weather. It’s been so, so hot […]

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My pal Andrea is an amazing illustrator, cartoonist, and all-around kick-ass artist. She’s also a fellow Siciliana with stories to tell. Months ago, when Pomato Revival was still just a glimmer of an idea, I stumbled upon this cartoon on her blog. I still can’t get over how perfect it is. That floral housecoat, that […]

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We spent last weekend at a lake house in the Berkshires celebrating my sister-in-law Katherine’s birthday. Our days involved floating on the lake, beer and ribs on a pier, hiking, ice pops, fondu, a living room dance party, and pistachio cake. All in all, the perfect weekend away from the city. It was the first […]

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Guys, today’s the day. I’m thrilled to introduce Pomato Revival’s first guest blogger: None other than my sister-in-law, Katherine Sungarian Gagliano. Much as we Gaglianos are livin’ the Sicilian-American dream, the Sungarians have been rockin’ the Armenian-American dream since Katherine’s parents immigrated from Bulgaria in the 60’s. She is a master at keeping their heritage […]

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I’ve been working on my own garden of sorts this summer. I originally had high hopes for planting in the ground, but I ended up with pots along the edge of our tiny urban “lawn” after a difference of opinions with my neighbor on who can plant where. Fine. I’ve moved on. It started innocently […]

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I’m not one to obsess over the day I have kids. I’m excited about it eventually, yes, but I’ve tried not to latch on to ideals of how I plan to raise them, or what I swear I will or will not do as the perfect parent. Lord knows I’ll probably start messing up my […]

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If there’s one thing that garners so much praise and excitement for a such small investment in talent, skills, or time, it’s a frittata. As kids, my brothers and I would swoon over the idea of a frittata for dinner, mostly because it gave us an excuse to slather our meal in ketchup. As a […]

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No one can visit my grandparents’ house in the summer months and leave without a bag full of greens from the garden. People worry about offending them if they refuse the goods, but I think their feeling is more one of panic: I can see the two of them home, surrounded by basil, tomatoes, eggplants, […]

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I never intended for this to be a food blog. The world already had enough of those, and many truly amazing ones at that. But when I think of family, culture, and traditions, it’s impossible not to come back to food. Even when it starts off not being about food, when you peel back the […]

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