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…
If you know me (and my build) then you probably think that the stoic eye-tie on the right is my Great Grandpa…but you’d be wrong. Look at that scrappy little guy on the left, that’s my Great Grandpa Anselmo. Honestly, I feel like one of my thighs weighs more than he does soaking wet. But, I…
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…
Oh boy oh boy. What a crazy couple of weeks huh? All culminating in one of the greatest food holidays of all time. Thanksgiving. If you’re like me, you decided to avoid all conversation about the recent election through food and drink. I found that the rhythmic movement of my jaw eating turkey, stuffing, veggies,…
Camp Garcia 