My Mom was an amazing cook. Growing up in an Italian family everything was made from scratch. My Mom and aunts would spend all day Saturday making homemade pasta and raviolis for Sunday dinner. We had 20 or so people every Sunday for dinner. Pastas, roasts, fried veggies (Italian Tempura), braciola, antipasto salads, home made cannoli, it was unbelievable. An Italian feast every Sunday was normal.
Then my parents got divorced. My mom had to work so it was shake n' bake, hamburger helper, etc unless she found time to make her old from scratch meals like lasagna. For a while it was government cheese and powdered milk. She did her best and kept us fed. I did get to go to a few Italian feasts on holidays on my Dad's side of the family though.
My Mom eventually remarried and was able to get back in the kitchen. My step Dad went to the market every day on the way home from work. Again it was amazing like living in Europe. Always fresh ingredients cooked exceptionally well every night for dinner. Steaks, chops, chicken, all cooked at restaurant quality. She had all kinds of cook books and was always trying something new. My friends would have frozen pizza for dinner and we were having grilled quail. My buddies' Sunday dinner was boiled ham and potatoes and we were having coq au vin. My Mom was Julia Child. We had large gatherings for holidays and her cooking was renowned.
I watched her cook and started cooking at around 13. Just basic stuff. Pancakes, pasta, sauce, etc. Then my Mom passed away. It was an blow to the family. She was the person who held it all together. All our traditions were going to disappear.
Thanksgiving came and no one knew what to do. I stepped up and grabbed her recipe box and said I would host. I made all the family favorites from escarole soup, stuffing, turkey, to sweet potato pie. My first time really cooking was taking over for my Mom for the whole family. It was crazy I was panicked but it all worked out and I have been hosting ever since.
My grilling and BBQ game was changed forever after getting Meathead's book and joining here.
Cheers to you all!
Then my parents got divorced. My mom had to work so it was shake n' bake, hamburger helper, etc unless she found time to make her old from scratch meals like lasagna. For a while it was government cheese and powdered milk. She did her best and kept us fed. I did get to go to a few Italian feasts on holidays on my Dad's side of the family though.
My Mom eventually remarried and was able to get back in the kitchen. My step Dad went to the market every day on the way home from work. Again it was amazing like living in Europe. Always fresh ingredients cooked exceptionally well every night for dinner. Steaks, chops, chicken, all cooked at restaurant quality. She had all kinds of cook books and was always trying something new. My friends would have frozen pizza for dinner and we were having grilled quail. My buddies' Sunday dinner was boiled ham and potatoes and we were having coq au vin. My Mom was Julia Child. We had large gatherings for holidays and her cooking was renowned.
I watched her cook and started cooking at around 13. Just basic stuff. Pancakes, pasta, sauce, etc. Then my Mom passed away. It was an blow to the family. She was the person who held it all together. All our traditions were going to disappear.
Thanksgiving came and no one knew what to do. I stepped up and grabbed her recipe box and said I would host. I made all the family favorites from escarole soup, stuffing, turkey, to sweet potato pie. My first time really cooking was taking over for my Mom for the whole family. It was crazy I was panicked but it all worked out and I have been hosting ever since.
My grilling and BBQ game was changed forever after getting Meathead's book and joining here.
Cheers to you all!









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