Day 1: Introduction


When I was 6 years old I had my first job: working the street corner.

My lemonade stand was the talk of the town – okay, well not the town, but block, definitely the block.

Fast forward to present day (despite some detours here and there) and I am still in the Bar and Restaurant business, from here on referred to as “ITB”. I know, I know, a lemonade stand is a stretch, but maybe it was always what I was meant to do. After all it does run in my blood, thanks to my parents. After literal blood, sweat, and many tears, I realized that this job – this life – though it is a love/hate relationship, truly makes me happy. They handed down their love of food and spontaneity to me, but more than that, they taught me it was okay to make mistakes, as long as I learned from them.

Ever since I was a little girl, I have had a love affair with food. I wanted to taste everything! My mother will tell you as a child, I was far from picky. Smells of whatever my father was cooking woke me up on Sunday mornings, and even to this day certain smells instantly connect me with past memories. I will try anything once, but over the years I have come to realize I really do not like two very specific categories of food. My Gram tells me that I am the “worst Italian” because I have always despised olives and mushrooms; however, she would be happy to know that I have been trying those more often lately, and finding that my taste buds are changing slightly.

My father’s side of the family has always nurtured my love for food. Food is so important in an Italian family, and that proves to be true with mine. My best memories start with sitting around a crowded dining room table through courses of home cooked, aromatic, and satisfying meals. The DiGesare family set my standards pretty high! After all, their motto was “Go Big, or Go Home” but you certainly never went home hungry.

This blog will embrace my hunger for travel, food, and culture. Every day I find that it is easier to laugh at the confusion than become frustrated by it, so I invite you to laugh, cry, and join me on my journey. Also, I will warn you, I am new at this, so stick with me, I am learning as I go, and who knows? Maybe you will learn something with me.


 

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