Becoming A Chef

Posted on November 11, 2012 by admin
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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 then life “spaccone” would be in the kitchen, singing opera, Mario Lanza style, cooking tomato sauce (gallons of it), making meatballs and watching cartoons with us. Those meatballs were wonderful, he would always make one gigantic meatball. I miss those meatballs, I still don’t know how he did them exactly. My mother would say, “put some gawlic in thea”. Since he’d make gallons of this thick bubbling tomato sauce taking hours to neutralize the acids he would sear these meatballs and throw them in the sauce to braise them. It would make for these beautiful, just fall apart meatballs. ... Read more

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