The summer after I graduated from college, I was jobless and lying around at my parent’s house pondering my existence in the world. My grandma, Della, called me and told me to come see her. Della and Don Corleone shared this sort of control over people, when Della told you to do something you didn’t argue. [...]
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It is a nightly ritual. I didn't think of it that way, at least not until a few months ago when Caitlin, my daughter, mentioned in passing that other mothers, mothers of classmates, mothers who do not work outside the home, mothers who have the days to themselves, do not cook dinner nightly as I [...]
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I’m Latin, which means any food is comfort food, for us there is little distinction. Food is food. Depending on a person’s branch of Latin, the favorites vary. For instance, since my family hails from the Southwest, we favor Red Chili drenched over anything, Green Chili Stew, and fresh Sopapillas dripping in honey-mmmm, makes me [...]
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I come from a long line of good cooks. I’d swear there is an undiscovered, unnamed, chromosome unique to our family line that is gifted to each one of us. I suspect that it’s a dormant trait that shows itself , but when paired, watch out because then it’s VAVAVOOM! There are some of us [...]
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Wherever we go, no matter what we do, or with whom we are doing that thing that we do, it always involves food. Months before a holiday my sister will pull out new and dog ear cookbooks, a decade of Bon Appétits, downloaded recipes from the Food Channel, and start planning. In the weeks leading [...]
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