All for you mom

Blood, sweat and tears, I tell you. Hour upon endless hour of planning, prepping, pining, and at least a couple meltdowns all for one very special meal: Mother’s day. The beast of breakfast; the boss of brunch. One of the most stressful days of the year.

You few dear readers know I make cheese, and sausage, and bread and pretty much eat sleep live dream food. You see me write about it with great fervor in much of my spare time. Cooking and creating great meals is what I do for money as well, only for a much, much larger audience. Here’s a taste of Mother’s Day, 2011. For Carmen.


The smell of memories…

A few years back, I was working in little kitchen in Southern California, where we made the most amazing brussel sprouts. Pancetta cooked down, the fat rendered and tossed with the brussels, and roasted in the oven until crunchy, and caramelized. Watching my pancetta, as it starts to dry about half way through its hanging process, I can already smell the luxurious, yet simple memories of rendered fat, pork belly, and crispy roasted brussel sprouts. In a week, I’ll make that dish. I can almost taste it.

Is food sexy?

This is a relatively new site, born in the cold wet beginnings of 2011…Obviously, this is my blog, and it’s about food. One could leap to the easy, obvious conclusion and say food is my ultimate lifetime partner. I’ve been in love with food for as long as I can remember, since I was a little girl, sitting on the wooden countertops of the sun-stained kitchen of my youth, feet dangling several inches off the floor, dipping my fingers in home-made sauces. Before I knew how integral food was to my soul, I was baking almond biscotti and Sicilian semolina bread from our oven, making pasta from scratch, rolling meatballs. I still smell the sweet scents of my ma’s home-made Marinara, Osobucco, Caciatorri, Cioppino, rising from the six burner stove in the kitchen I spent most of my childhood in, though she’s been gone over a decade and I live over a thousand miles away.

Food is, without a doubt, my life-long lover. It’s the thing I think about in the morning, and what I obsess about before I fall asleep. I dream of it in the moments in between- and overthink it in the moments where I can’t sleep. It’s my paycheck. My fantasy. My eternal creative outlet. Like it or not- like I ever had a choice- I’m a chef. Ain’t no changing the colors of this painted bird.

So absolutely, at the end of the day, when I stop to think about it: Yes! Food is sexy, food is sensual. At times, food IS porn. However, on this website, since it’s inception, I’ve received multiple spam tags here, and search tags on this site about pornography?! How hanging pancetta in my new wine fridge links to porn spam is beyond me, hot as it is. Do what you will in the bedroom folks, as long as it’s appreciated and consentual. But do we remember the “punk rock” part of this lady’s food forum? While food is indeed sexy- this is NOT a site about food, and sex. This is a site about food. MY food. And my lifelong passion with it. Perverts need not apply.