I owe everything I know about cooking and all of my kitchen curiosity to my mom, Penny, and my grandfather, or Nonno as I used to call him. Growing up, the day’s events were always focused around mealtime—from talking, shopping, prepping and cooking—food was by far the means to happiness. This is common in Italy, where I was lucky enough to spend every other summer with my Neapolitan grandfather.
Vegetables & Sides
The weather in Brooklyn has been unusually warm for winter, but the constant clouds that keep the sun from shining still beg for closeness and comfort. For me, there’s only one food that can warm up my grey mood—soup! That’s why I always have some stockpiled in my fridge and freezer.