I’ve been trying to remember how old I was the first time I ever had a homemade chocolate chip cookie. Hard as it is for me to believe now, I don’t remember having one until my first year of junior high school when we made them in home economics class. I’ve certainly made up for [...]
I know it’s redundant, but I am an Italian foodie. My two sisters and I grew up in a thoroughly Italian household with a Sicilian mom and a Neopolitan dad—both equally good cooks. My dad and uncle owned a small Italian restaurant together, and it was the place to go for great home style Italian food, including wonderful homemade pizza. My dad has passed on; but, to this day, even if my 80-plus-year-old mom doesn’t know you’re coming, she’ll pull a 5-course meal out of the fridge in no time flat.
