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Hey ya’ll!

I am super excited to start this new blog as food is a huge passion of mine…

     My name is Lauren and “ya’ll” is a part of my everyday vocabulary.  I am a “yinzer” who now says “ya’ll.”  I am not currently where I originally began.  Let me explain…

     I was born and raised in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania surrounded by  a huge family full of laughter and love, not much conflict that I can remember, but just a ton of togetherness.  And accompanying that togetherness, naturally, was FOOD!  Most of my childhood was centered around FOOD and drink – large pots of pasta boiling on the stove, spaghetti sauce simmering for hours, spaghetti Sundays at grandma’s, plates being handed out to kids full of my grandma Marie’s famous linguine with broccoli topped with loads of Parmesan cheese, 4th of July parties where everyone brought a dish and socialized late into the night…

     I bounced between two sides of my family, my mom’s and my dad’s, and I guess I was pretty lucky because one thing both sides of my family had in common was THE FOOD!  On my mom’s side, my grandma Toni (Antoinette) made ‘from scratch’ pizzas, started the turkey at 6am (probably earlier) in the tall stand-up metal turkey cooker that let the scent of the cooking bird waft up the wooden stairs from the basement to the main floor of the house… My grandma Rachel’s mashed potatoes and apple and pumpkin pies, also from scratch…the extravagant Thanksgiving meals that they both put on.  One house had a tiny table with a few of us surrounding it, the other had a long table that spanned two rooms and people still had to sit on the couch watching football while eating.  Thanksgiving was a family affair, both men and women had parts (and still have parts) in the process…it was always fun.  Christmas eves, Easter dinners, every moment was literally focused around good food.  My aunt Linda always had the best spreads for the holidays- cheese boards; cheese, meat, olives, wine.  Even to this day my mom and other women in our family get together to make handmade ravioli so my mom can pass down the technique to our generation.  The attention and work that she puts in to Christmas day dinner:  Italian wedding soup, handmade ravioli, and manicotti that was passed down to her from her mom that has now been passed down to my generation.  

     It wasn’t just the big, important holidays though.  Memories of Friday pizza nights with my family fill my mind- pizza from Conca Di’Oro’s in my small hometown.  On the weekends, I remember picking up pounds of fresh cut lunch meat and making sandwiches on my grandma Marie’s dining room table, going with my dad and uncle to her house on the weekends where she cooked them breakfast…

     I originally thought my love and passion for food came from the traveling that I experienced in my twenties (next post), but now as I sit here and reminisce, I realize that the seed was planted much earlier.  As I get older, and settle down, which I never thought I would do, I find myself turning to food for comfort and happiness.  I now realize why- not just because of the taste, how good it looks, how satisfying it is, but because of the memories that are tied to it.  I get excited when I think about food, I smile, and I am instantly taken back to the memories…Food brings people together, it makes them happy, it permanently connects us with the good times. 

     Today, living in Plano, TX, far from my family, I find happiness in sharing food with my children, my family and friends, my parents when they come to visit, and I find happiness in sharing it with others.

     I invite you to come along with me on my digital food journey…  Enjoy!

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