I'm an upstate-born boy with a cooking addiction. I grew up surrounded by awesome, home made food, with an Italian family that taught me at an early age how food brings people together. I cook because its a great stress relief for me, and because few things are as gratifying as my friends begging me to "Make that stuff with the sausages again". My boyfriend and best friend both come from severely broken families, and to share a little bit of that feeling I had as a kid with them means the world to me.
My favorite things to cook
Pasta fagioli, chili, soups, tacos, jambalaya, tuna burgers, chicken and pork stir fry noodles, and just about anything weird that I manage to come up with, figure out or find.
My favorite family cooking traditions
Food is a huge part of my life, and most of my best memories. Growing up half-Italian, and spending almost all my time with that side of the family, smells like basil and frying garlic make me feel all warm and nostalgic. Pasta fagioli was a huge part of my childhood, and every time I cook it, having that smell permeate my house, I feel like a part of my mimi is still living on through it.
My cooking triumphs
Mastering turkey tacos from scratch is a huge one. My boyfriend's co-workers are constantly begging him to bring more in to share, as with my stir fry noodles.
My cooking tragedies
Baking, with the exception of buttermilk biscuits and brownies, is a huge weak spot for me. I tried making simple chocolate chip cookies for my best friend's birthday one year, using a recipe that my boyfriend had used dozens of times, and they came out like weird little biscuit-pebble-things. They were horrid.
And then there was the time with the corned beef. Eugh.