When one discerning musician (Jessica) marries a lovable painter (James)– they make beautiful food together. We live in Brooklyn, NY. We love it here and hope never to leave. The only thing that would make living here better would be if we had a plot of land where we could grow stuff. But for now we will stick to the extraordinary farmer’s markets and local grocery stores that we have access to.
This site is also a bit of an experiment. Because we love our borough so much, we do our best to buy from local vendors. We’re also trying our damnedest to buy and use only seasonal ingredients. (But sometimes I just want a tomato in February – I know, it is kind of a crime). We’ll keep you posted when we find places that are committed to our shared philosophy.
Chi è qui mangia! (Translates as “who’s here eats!”) We were both raised by Sicilian-Americans. That means great meals and loud households. Growing up, we both understood that you had to make it to the table if you wanted to eat and that you would eat whatever was on your plate. You were most likely served something delectable and memorable so it worked out well. So as long as you read along and send a little love from time to time, we’ll help you eat well too!
Jessica’s maternal Grandfather (Frank) was a butcher and a restaurateur in Hartford, CT . Her maternal Grandmother (Rose) made Wedding Cakes (and also kept her plastic Christmas tree up all year – my favorite thing about her!). Jessica’s paternal Grandfather (Henry) delivered Frisbie pies.
James’s maternal grandmother (Carmela) reminds us that Sunday dinner is an essential element to a great week. James’s paternal Grandmother (Virginia) made the best fried chicken and had a tendency to remove ingredients from her recipes so that they couldn’t be replicated. Although hilarious, we promise not to do that.