My most recent memory of this cake (other than when I just made this) is when Stacey met my parents for the first time. We were driving up to Wisconsin to my parent’s house and I remember Stacey was pretty worried about meeting my mom. An Italian mom meeting her son’s non-Italian girlfriend…
This is a dish I remember making throughout my entire life; with my mom, with my roommates in college, with my friends, and now with Stacey in our grown-up adult house. I’ve made this so much I could probably make it in my sleep. That, of course, would be incredibly dangerous and I…
Stax kept us in the realm of appetizers for this week’s cooking sesh, though that’s not too surprising since Stax loves snacks. Aunt Dora was the younger sister of my Grandma and was a DiBattista before she was a DiPompeo. (suuuuper Italian) There are some pretty amazing stories that followed her through life: Meeting the…
That handsome Italian kneading dough in that picture is my Grandpa. And just in case you were worried he wasn’t Italian enough just by looking at him, his name was Al DiNunzio. I was flipping through the cookbook yesterday, trying to figure out where to start this journey, and when I saw that face smiling…
It’s been a while. I wish I had some news, something interesting that kept me from writing and cooking the past few months…but I don’t. As I’ve mentioned, I struggle with depression that rears it’s ugly head from time to time and, unfortunately, keeps me from doing what I love. As a whole 2017 wasn’t…
Well, it’s that time of the year again ladies and gents. Pumpkin spice fades to peppermint, 40’s on 4 (Sirius XM station) turns from regular old-timey songs to Christmas old-timey songs, and I begin to panic daily about my credit card debt, instead of weekly. That’s right–it’s the holidays. A time of family gatherings, gift giving, disappointing…
Solo cooking in MamaG’s kitchen. It’s not something I get to do often, but I got to do it last weekend. MamaG was sidelined, recovering from knee surgery. She’s now partial bionic and will soon be more bionic once she gets the other replaced. If you’ve ever gone through knee surgery, or any surgery for…
We cooked the shit out of Christmas. It was a group effort and our poor stomachs didn’t stand a chance. The assault was mighty and relentless and the tattered remains of our willpower lay in heaps next to cookie crumbs and empty plates. This is the story chronicling the events of December…
I wanna write about food. I wanna write about food I cook, I wanna write about food other people cook, I wanna write about food that your mom and your mom’s mom and your mom’s mom’s mom cooks. What I mean is…I wanna write about food. As long as I can remember, food; the history…
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