“You don’t need a silver fork to eat good food.”
I’m about as Italian as it gets, immigrant grandparents, talking with my hands, never measuring, & yelling “Ah, Marone , where’s the garlic?!” while making Sunday sauce in the kitchen. My husband says he knew freshman year of college that he’d marry me, since that’s when I started cooking for him. The kitchen is one of the few areas of life I don’t usually feel lost in, except when it comes to crème brulee (that dish’s for the birds ya’ll. Tried my hand at it once…definitely would have landed on a top 10 of pinterest fails.) So let’s leave the crème brulee to the experts, & get cookin amicas!
