My little brother Mark– or maybe I should say my younger brother, as he’s not very little anymore– doesn’t fit the stereotype of the annoying bratty sibling. In fact, he’s pretty much the coolest kid– or I guess man, now– that I know. That’s mainly due to the fact that he spent most of his early years trying to be like me….
Fried Olives Stuffed with Italian Sausage and Goat Cheese
I don’t know a single person who feels lukewarm about olives– my boyfriend, for example, absolutely hates them, and I really love them and always try to sneak them (and artichokes, one of his other many food foes) into Mediterranean dishes without him noticing. There’s no fooling him; he always picks them out. My brother loves…
