In late 2003, my grandfather became ill and slipped into a coma like state for three months. He recovered and is doing well. The experience made me realize that my grandparents, the core of our family, were not going to be here forever. I needed to preserve our legacy, which are my family's recipes and stories.
I mentioned this project to a friend and she suggested a weblog. Eight months ago, I had no idea what a blog was. I was just learning how to send emails, but, she opened my eyes to the possibilites.
I'm hoping to share my family stories, some funny, some frustrating, while I gather these secret recipes. This is not an easy task since my family has never measured an ingredient in their lives. And everytime I go to R.I. for a family event, I come back to NYC & tell friends & co workers what happened & their response is always the same; "No way! You should write that down. You can't even make stories like that up!"
First, the obvious. Garlic is a main ingredient in Italian cuisine. The smell of it really takes me back to my childhood and reminds me of the foods that I grew up on. If I had to compare my family to something, it would have to be food related, and garlic fits so well. It is a strong herb, in both flavor and smell. There are so many varieties of garlic, each with it’s own distinct taste and appearance. Garlic has magical healing powers. The right amount of it can enhance a recipe, but, too much of it can leave you with a bad taste in your mouth that can last for days. Hence, my life with garlic!