There are so many times I think of my dad and how he would have loved some of the place’s I have been to here in Las Vegas. Great ItalIan food, Stella D’Leo cookies, guessing someone’s nationality-which he thought was just interesting and I find I have that skill and joy of learning about people too. With each Italian deli I walk into or a great bread I bake or of course lasagna, that dad taught me how to make years ago by a recipe from his father, Alberto Le Pore, I think of him.
So, if you still remember the good times and the great times and smile at the thought of garlic-infused tomato sauce waiting to cover pasta cooked to perfection, in my opinion the person never really dies at all but lives on in every delicious dish that’s plated forever.
Somewhere in one of my recipe files Dad wrote out his father’s recipe for lasagna and I’m going to go dig through this massive big filing cabinet that I have and see if I still have that. I probably still do because it was so cherished, and he took so much time to write it out to really think about how we made that. These below are images of mom when she was about 18 years old and dad about the same age when they met when he was in the United States Air Force. They were quite a good-looking couple that’s for sure and from what mom told me it was love at first sight. I wish they made movies with is going to stories what they had, all the way to the end. They love each other more than the world itself and would have done anything for each other -and did.
Written by Paulette Motzko on
June 18th, 2017 at 7:30 a.m.