This rocks -- Mrs. Petronio knocked on our door earlier with a big plate of homemade ravioli, meatballs and sausage. Outstanding. It's all part of my sinister plot to usurp Guido's place in the Petronio family hierarchy -- or at least eat the food that his mother had otherwise prepared for him. I'm hitting my stride. Guido's been invited to join the blog, but so far he has not weighed in (not even in self-defense). No problem: more ravioli for me. (And for da boyz: they ripped into those meatballs.)