grandma moses stocking the kitchen
“Drink wine. This is life eternal. This is all that youth will give you. It is the season for wine, roses and drunken friends. Be happy for this moment. This moment is your life.”
— Omar Khayyám (Rubaiyat)
Some people were born with a silver spoon in their mouth, mine was wooden. With an Italian heritage on one side and a Lebanese heritage on the other, good food was never hard to find. I grew up with Sunday dinners at Grandma’s, big pots of sauce simmering away on the stove all day and hand cut pasta drying on the rack in the basement. The perfume of lemon, garlic, garden grown herbs and other fresh ingredients always scented our family kitchens. So it is no surprise that my love for fresh, hand-prepared food is something I now love to share with friends.
The joy and intimacy of home cooking is often lost in New York City. Small kitchens, free delivery and thousands of top rated restaurants featuring every worldly cuisine make it all too easy to let someone else do the work. I love eating out too, but it is hard to be disappointed when a few people sit around a table and share a meal, a few drinks and inevitably good conversation.
So I’ve decided to follow through on an idea I’ve been mulling over all winter. I’m putting on my apron, sharpening my knives and trying to recreate that recipe for a memorable shared-table evening for anyone that says “yes please!”
Here it is…8.ate@eight
In between basting ideas for the next dinner party, I’ll share my general food musings from dining experiences and other discoveries I encounter along the way. I hope you enjoy and get inspired!
Eat Up!
Christina DiLaura
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