Welcome to My Culinary Journey! Get ready to embark on an exciting adventure filled with flavors and fun!

 

Growing up in North Andover, MA, as a proud Sicilian-American, my love for cooking emerged at the young age of seven—while most kids were busy pouring cereal, I was busy mixing up magic in the kitchen! My childhood was a whirlwind of dance classes and dreams of stardom but my true calling was found in the delicious world of multicultural cuisines. With a dad who adored pasta and meats and a mom who was usually absent at dinner time because she chose to work outside the home, often times I would be responsible for preparing the evening meal.  However, because mom was a master of consistency in the kitchen, whenever mom did prepare our supper, she would schedule certain nights for certain meals...no surprises there. 

 

 Conversations were rare as we would eat in silence and watching my dad with his head just a few inches from his plate.  Whenever my mom would ask him, "Well do you like it?", he'd lift his eyes up glaring and respond, "I'm eatin' it, ain't I ...if I didn't like it, I'd tell you." 

 

And God forbid if anyone left a morsel behind as we were constantly reminded of all those "starving children" somewhere.  Occasionally, whenever mom did try out a new recipe which usually lacked identity,  that's when we would all pray after we ate. 

 

So, fasten your seatbelts and join me on this thrilling ride filled with laughter, mouthwatering flavors, and the occasional kitchen blunder .  And just a tip—if you ask my dad for a meal review, don’t expect much you’ll likely just get a satisfied grunt as he lowers his head closer to his plate!   Buon Apetito!!