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Rooted in Family

The Journey

We’d gather around a table of polenta topped with rich tomato sauce, each claiming a side and eating our way toward the middle. We spent hours making homemade wine and listening to stories from back home, then sat down to Zia’s fresh pasta and dried soppressata. Those meals taught me that food is about bringing people together.

My love of cooking began in an Italian household, with a chef for a father and a mother who cooked like a Nonna long before she became one. Some of my fondest memories are of gatherings that started with a few people and somehow ended with a feast.

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