I spent the past few years using food as a vehicle to reach people’ souls. I am not a chef, I am just a delivery guy.
The food I cook is not the result of years spent working on the-line, nor I attended culinary school, and I still am not even remotely interested in opening a restaurant of my own. To me sharing the recipes I know and cook every day for my family is a way of telling you who I am and where I come from, in the most humble way… the way my grandmother taught me. I always have taken a lot of pride in my food heritage, and I consider myself extremely lucky for being the one in my family that now is in the position of passing our culinary history and traditions to the next generation. Indeed my daughters can tell you what I am talking about, as I recruited them at the kitchen counter as early as they both can remember. Evelina is now 8 and has an incredible palate, she is very critical and willing to try everything I bring to the dinner table, but she has no interest in cooking. Giulia is turning 5 this week, and she already handles with pride a 7″ chef’s knife (If she can play video games she can chop onions as well); she cooks everything with me, but she is willing to eat very few things, even when she prepares them: “I cooked it for you Babbo, I don’t like it!”.
I am an immigrant and I thrive to keep my family traditions alive in a foreign land, like many of you out there. Unless you are a Native American your blood and your gene-pool comes from a different place on this planet… so do your recipes!!! Continue Reading…
