I’m a foodie. I love eating it, I love cooking it. I love sharing it. That’s pretty much me in a nutshell.
My love for food started at a very young age. It was definitely a nature, not a nurture thing because my parents and siblings were not, and are not, foodies. (In fact they are all quite picky and rather difficult to cook for!) But then there is me.
I started eating lobster and clams with at 3 years old and couldn’t be stopped. I was never interested in “kids” food like chicken fingers or pasta with butter. I loved eating with the adults. I liked the cast iron seared rib eye, sautéed broccoli rabe, spaghetti with anchovies, pomegranate seeds, and my favorite snack of all- raw fennel bulb. Not your typical kid snacks.
But it wasn’t just eating the food that I loved. I loved cooking. As far back as I can remember, my favorite place has always, always been in the kitchen.
I started cooking at age 6 with my first generation Italian great grandmother. My oldest cooking memories are her teaching me how to make fresh pasta dough and and how to “roll it into snakes”, how to grate cheese, and how to roll the perfect meatballs- all by the age of 6.
But as much I liked food, I wouldn’t eat just anything. I never liked processed foods, or fast foods like McDonalds or Burger King. Even as a kid, I despised food that came out of a microwave that tasted rubbery and had an inconsistent temperature. I just have always liked really good food!
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The Pasta Project
Pasta is my yoga. I knead and I roll and I roll some more and it calms me. It’s more than my passion. It’s an obsession.