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Farmbuck, our Sicilian pizza joint will sell crust or frozen, uncooked pizzas. My dad was half Italian & half Irish, killer combo but his dad died when my dad was 17, no Italian cooks in the family. My realtor friend and old apt neighbor taught me how to cook many things, he watched his grandmother. Stuffed small onions, stuffed zucchini, the best bagna caulda using browned butter, zucchini sauteed in butter and garlic. He's almost 79 yrs old, been a stoner since I met him. Rissoto was always present at pot lucks, cooked for hours; homemade Italian sausage, fried bread dough, raviola - the belly button kind, not squares. I can't think of the crepes' name - smattered with garlic butter and Asiago cheese then cooked on flat cast irons and folded into a 4th like a pie slice. FYI: my dad always knew who he wanted for his pallbearers, one was a friend but I rarely saw him at any outings or parties. At my dad's wake this guy told my brother about our grandfather working for Al Capone during Prohibition, keeping track of Al's cut on cigarettes. My area was called Little Vegas for years, Al Capone would come down here to dine and gamble.
I posted closet pics last night on show your grow. WT needs top dressing and safety pins/twisties, instead of plant hooks. Waiting for WW3 to get in a shape then flip soon. Post-transplant WT has been in its bag/the closet for a month now. I've gotten a headache at some point every day since July, it's getting worse. I'm just doing my best to train, water and keep the plants healthy and alive for now. In the words of Rosanne Rosanna Dana: "It's always something!"
Are your autos stretching high? If only I'd known about the stix, my fingers couldn't fit between my young tight-noded autos so I used plant hooks, and got criticized. If that's the worse grow I'll ever have I'll be a happy woman.
