About

Let me preface by saying that I do not live in Brooklyn. I was born in Brooklyn. After living in Staten Island for 4 years, my family moved to Jersey where we’ve been ever since. But my roots are in Brooklyn.

Many moons ago, a couple named Maria and Alessandro moved from Naples, Italy to America with their five children.

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My mother, Carmela, met my father, Lorenzo, in Brooklyn. They were both born in Italy.

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Fast forward to my parents having four children of their own. Neil, Victoria, Maria (me), and Joseph. Growing up in New Jersey, every Wednesday we would make the hour long trip into Brooklyn to visit my nonna and nonno for dinner. It was always the same thing, Pasta Fagioli and Pizza Patate, which is not at all like what you’d order at the Olive Garden. I didn’t appreciate the food and family then as much as I do now.

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In the backyard of my grandparent’s Brooklyn home was a garden. It grew rampant with tomatoes, basil, and arugala. And right in the center was a giant fig tree. You wouldn’t think such a tree would be found in Brooklyn, but my grandpa insisted. And it thrived.

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Years later, even after the death of both of my grandparents, even after no one took care of it anymore, the tree still grows and produces its fruit every August. The roots of that tree are strong, as are those of my Italian American family.

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This is a blog about family.

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About Italian cooking. About my passions of family, fitness and fashion. About the our lives as a married couple and homeowners.

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And most recently, about the lives of new parents. ❀ ❀

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This is a blog about roots.

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20 thoughts on “About

  1. This is awesome! Glad I found you. My roommate has a fig tree on our fire escape and it’s literally like his child. What part of Jersey are you from, if you don’t mind me asking? I grew up in Bridgewater!

  2. Love this! I grew up and currently still live and teach in Jersey. I am 100% Italian, and when my grandfather passed, we took the branches of his fig tree and gave them to each child to replant. They have grown into huge trees that we enjoy now every summer!

  3. I love this! And thanks for you comment on my blog the other day.
    What great memories. I also come from an Italian family, my grandfather’s parents brought him to New York as a 3 year old from Sicily. I totally know what you mean about the delicious food…Olive Garden isn’t Italian. πŸ™‚ My grandmother still cooks up a storm every time we visit, and I love it. There is nothing like a warm bowl of pasta, salad with olive oil and lemon, Italian sausage and peppers, and then a few cannolis and espresso for dessert.

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