How It All Began

I was raised in a big Italian and Irish family, with extended clan members roaming wildly in and out of our house and lives on a daily basis. With the exception of my Irish father, we all cooked: my brothers, sister, cousins, aunts, uncles, grandparents, and, of course, my mother.

My mother was one in a million. She was a lot of things, but ahead of her time is what I remember most about her…and her passion for good food.