THE DADDINO FAMILY TREASURY OF CHRISTMASES PAST Tropical Punch Today I’d like to share with a recipe that’s been a feature of Daddino family Christmases for decades: TROPICAL PUNCH 1 lage watermelon 1 46-ounce can (about 6 cups) red Hawa[…]
THE DADDINO FAMILY TREASURY OF CHRISTMASES PAST Christmas 1979
I’m wearing one ugly fucking t-shirt: batik (again), blue, a non-licensed Snoopy carrying balloons, extra-clingy to show off my complete lack of physique. Plus I have to wear glass[…]
THE DADDINO FAMILY TREASURY OF CHRISTMASES PAST Christmas 1978
It never occurred to me that Lobster & Shrimp Fra Diovolo might not constitute a “real” Christmas dinner. It also never occurred to me that it was an especially Italian-[…]
L-R: Grandpa, Aunt Pat, Tommy, Mom, Aunt Millie, Nanny, Me, Grandma, Holly, Bobby, Uncle John. There’s me in mid-bodytwist, dodging Holly and Tommy, wearing a clingy lavender-color[…]
THE DADDINO FAMILY TREASURY OF CHRISTMASES PAST Christmas 1977
L-R: me, mom, Holly This is me giving my mom “my” present of florally-scented bath cubes. As a six-year-old I’m not someone with pocket change for fancy gurl toiletries[…]
L-R: me, Holly, mom, Tommy I think I asked my mom to make the horsie kiss the dog. I love the look on my mother’s face, it’s so maudlin. The dog was Holly, by the way. She ma[…]
L-R: Tommy, Me North Bellmore is less than thirty miles away, but I go into Manhattan exactly twice in the 1970’s: one in a class trip to the United Nations in 1979 and other is fo[…]
THE DADDINO FAMILY TREASURY OF CHRISTMASES PAST Christmas 1976
Now before Xmas ’76, I’ve only had five Christmases, out of which I can probably remember only two. (Or maybe three, only I don’t remember remembering Christmas ’[…]
THE DADDINO FAMILY TREASURY OF CHRISTMASES PAST Christmas Eve 1976
L-R: Santa Claus, me, Tommy, Bobby The Young Kurt Cobain Chronicles, Part 27:’wherein our rock-star-to-be thanks Santa for bringing the Beatles into his miserable little life. […]
THE DADDINO FAMILY TREASURY OF CHRISTMASES PAST Christmas 1975
L-R: Tommy, Dad, Bobby, Me (just barely visible to the right) The loud, fussy stripes of post-QEFTSG pr’t-‘-porter men’s fashion didn’t come out of a vacuum, you […]