From The Heart
My grandmother Mary immigrated from Italy when she was a young girl. Later in her life I was blessed to be her first grandson.
Some of my favorite memories are of her reading letters from our family in Italy as she translated them into English for me and our extended family dinners around my Grandmother's kitchen table.
Living in the same small town I spent a lot of time in my boyhood and teenage years with my grandmother. I was very lucky she had a culinary talent and we spent many of our hours together cooking and baking.