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It’s time to get this back on track, boys and girls!

Yeah – after 14 years we’re about to make it legal.  Well… in two states, at least.

We’re heading off to San Francisco – Tim’s hometown – to get married November 23, 2008.  The date is significant as it is our 14th Anniversary.

We didn’t send out invites to the east coast family because… well… it’s in San Francisco the weekend before Thanksgiving, and we figured sending invitations would look like a cheap request for gifts.

Besides, while we’re reasonably hopeful of how California is going to vote, on November 4th, our right to marry is being voted upon.  We could be flying out to a really expensive non-wedding .

So… yes, you are invited.  We’d love to see you there!

Here’s a link to the wedding information…

So for those who have been following the non-debate emails, we know the subject of a family reunion was brought up again. I, unfortunately, am determined to get this together, so…

I will be finding a vacation destination with plenty of good stuff, where we will plan a long weekend of family reunion stuff, with enough notice that anyone who wants to attend will be able to plan well in advance.

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Love Mons

So… as we were getting ready to leave, Kevin was making up a horserace pool – $5.00 a square. Now, I’ve never met a pool I didn’t like, but I walked out of the house without the money-clip. No cash in the pocket. Kevin offered to spot me five bucks for a square. Of course, I accepted. I figured we were going to lose, and I planned on just mailing Kevin the five bucks when we got home. But not just a five dollar bill. Oh no. Mr Lincoln was going to be sent, but he was going in the form of pennies. Mr Washington, FDR, all of them were going to be included. A nice, vacuum-packed bag of change.

There was no reason to do this, other than a desire to do something silly. (I know, you’re all shocked that I would do something silly, right?!?)

So you can only imagine my dismay – after actually getting this all together – to find out we actually WON third place! I was actually kind of bummed. I came close to mailing the change off anyway, and then decided hell – he owes ME money, I’m not sending HIM any! So here’s a picture, instead.

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Easter brings us Uncle Rudy’s Easter Pie. I’m not sure if the original recipe was Aunt Emma’s or not, but I got this from Monica many years ago and I make two every year.

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Rudy Rinaldi via Cousin Monica…

This makes 2 pies and Dad (Uncle Rudy) usually uses a deep dish pie plate.

3 Lb Ricotta – we prefer Maggio and you know why
8 eggs
1/2 c. grated cheese – whatever your favorite is – we usually use Parm.
Note: All meat should be DICED/CUBED – small
1/2 lb Ham – sliced about 1/4 inch thick
1/4 lb prosciutto – sliced thin
1/4 lb pepperoni – sliced thin
To Taste;
Garlic Powder
Pepper
Italian Seasoning
Parsley – I like a lot of parsley

If you add the seasonings before the eggs then you can taste (I don’t like eating raw eggs any more.) I like a strong seasoning taste because when you cook it, it tends to mellow.
Place pie crust in plate – fill with the mixture and cover with second crust
Bake at 375 degrees for 45 minutes to 1 hour – the crust should be nice and golden brown. We also use the Pillsbury Pie Crusts (in the dairy section of the market) But if you’re so inclined, by all means make your own from scratch.

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And here is this year’s version:

One year I tried to make Aunt Emma’s Gadoodies (I’m not even sure I’m spelling that right). A Gadoodie is hard to explain and if you’ve never seen one it’s made with a bread dough and hard boiled (and dyed for Easter) eggs. The dough is shaped into an Easter Basket around the eggs and baked until you have a bread like basket with eggs in it. I think they were more for show than eating, but we all looked forward to our Gadoodie from Aunt Em every Easter.