About
Gabriella
I grew up in a large southern Italian family. As you can imagine, food is always surrounding us. It is the topic of discussion, the root of our conflicts, and the thing that brings us together. For every season, my family has its culinary tradition. Whether we are making our homemade sausage in the winter, or jarring our homemade tomato sauce in August, our arms are always elbow deep in food.
My family is full of passionate eaters. By passionate, I mean that we tend to get emotional when in the presence of delicious food. My mother once cried when we were out to lunch at a crowded restaurant after she took a bite of a brie and fig jam sandwich. She said she was having a religious experience and proceeded to sob as the tables around us looked on in disbelief.
This passion for food was not ideal growing up as I was a victim of childhood obesity. Perhaps it was the fact that my grandparents were immigrants who didn’t know any better, but every time I would cry as a baby, they would shove food in my mouth so I would stop crying. I was soon a six year old with chunky sausage links for arms, but i loved food. I in no way, shape, or form endorse obesity, but i LOVE to eat. A few years ago, I was lucky enough to find a guy who loves to eat just as much as I do. We soon realized that our baby pictures looked oddly familiar and our families, although from different backgrounds, shared a love for food. Once we started dating, we embarked on a culinary journey that has led us to create this blog for all of our fellow foodies to come and salivate with us.
Fabio
Well, if the picture above doesn’t give away my infatuation with food, I don’t know what will. Since I could remember, I’ve been struggling to win the battle that comes with living in a immigrant household. My parents both came to this country from Portugal so it’s a fair statement when I say that I look at food differently compared to the next guy.
Fast forward to today and I was fortunate enough to meet someone who also yields to tears when a perfectly oven roasted suckling pig is put into sandwich form. This space is our channel to attempt (key word) to describe some incredible dishes and even have you, the reader, begin to salivate a little after reading about some of our home creations. Cheers
