

I knew in 8th grade that I was going to become a chef. I love to cook. My Mom taught me and my Dad, who died when I was eight, had taught her. I was the youngest in my Italian family of four siblings making cooking more fun than a responsibility. What I remember about my father was his passion. His passion for cooking, his passion for life! My most vivid memories of him were from four to seven. They took place on Sundays. All day Sunday this 6’4” 230 pound larger the... Read more