Pasta

Another one of those things you can never have too much of. Even when it’s bad, it’s good.

Patience

Something Sarah possesses in great quantities. For example:

“Are we there yet? What time is it? Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we there yet? What time is it? What do you mean we just left 30 seconds ago? HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE? Are you sure your watch is right? Are we there yet? How much longer? I’m going to kill that kid in front of us if he doesn’t shut up. Are we there yet? Are we there yet? When will we get there? What time is it? Shouldn’t we have arrived by now? Maybe we missed our stop? What time is it? Are we there yet? I SWEAR THIS TRAIN IS TRAVELLING BACK IN TIME. Are we there yet?”

Pati Walton

A lovely person and beadmaker extraordinaire. Another one of those people I feel fortunate to have met and spent time with, not to mention watching her work (and getting to fondle her beads). Did you know that all those tiny murrini start out as HUGE blobs of glass? I certainly didn’t!
http://www.patiwalton.com

Peas

My sworn enemy. PEAS ARE NOT FOOD. PEAS ARE EVIL. Those squishy little green bastards seemed to show up in every single dish I ordered, from soup to pasta to gelato to diet coke. I swear they are out to get me.
Glass peas are cool though. (See Alessia Fatone.)

Pizza

Pizza is good. As long as it doesn’t have any peas on it.
(How did I not take any photos of pizza? Argh. I guess I was too busy eating it - or trying to figure out how to slice it.)

Pizza Slicer

The Italians have never heard of those. Don’t complain. Just slice your pizza with a butter knife. (It’s not like you’ll be using that for butter, anyway.)
Or, you could always do it Di East style – just lift the entire pizza off your plate, and take a bite! I was not actually there to see this happening, but I SO wish I was.

Plahyn

Australian for ‘plane’.

Preggo

Italian for ‘you’re welcome’, ‘here you go’, and various other words and phrases. It’s what you’re supposed to reply when someone says ‘grazie'.