From Every Day with Rachael Ray
June-July 2006
Happy Birthday Mom!
Together, my mom, Elsa Scuderi, and I are like a tornado. When new friends come over to join us for a family meal or event, their jaws often drop at how we, well, communicate. In the span of 20 minutes, we can go from screaming, crying and shouting to laughing, hugging and kissing, rarely aware of anyone else in the room. Then, as if it were any other day, we sit down (after serving everyone else their food), mound up our own plates and gobble it all down. We're always the first ones finished, and we're up and cleaning before dessert.
My wish for you and the person who truly looks out for you is simple: Eat well, be well and hug more!
This summer, wouldn't it be cool to spend some time together and eat good food? Pack a picnic or go for a walk 'n' talk by the seashore. Maybe you'll cook up a few ideas as you flip through this issue, like the lemon spaghetti supper I'm making for my mom's birthday on July 18.
Mom, I love you. All my hugs!
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 | I am my mother's daughter because she taught me to speak my mind, clearly and in a strong voice. |
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| I am my mother's daughter because I work, laugh
and love hard. |
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| I am my mother's daughter because I go to
extremes, give until it's all gone and share
for the joy of it. |
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| I am my mother's daughter because we both still
act like kids: We skip in public, giggle at bad
jokes, cry easily, play with our food and doodle
on anything if there's a pencil in front of us. |
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| I am my mother's daughter because I eat life up
and always ask for more. |
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| I am my mother's daughter, and I'm proud of it. |
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