Neapolitan Beef Braciole

Growing up Italian, the granddaughter of Italian Immigrants and only the second generation born in the United States, you take for granted the food that you grew up on, and assume that everyone had dined with family over these same foods on Sunday. That the mounds of pasta, homemade Chianti, bowls overflowing of beef braciole,…

Italian Spare Ribs in Red Gravy

My father bless his heart, loved his “gravy” and his pasta.  This was not lost on his oldest daughter, as nothing screams comfort food to me more than a heaping bowl of pasta, gravy and some delicious simmered meat.  My father loved to infuse his gravy with flavor long before it was a thing!  But…

Rustic Italian Heirloom Tomato Tart

Since I was a little girl I have absolutely loved tomatoes.  Growing up my Dad use to make a tomato pie that was so heavenly I would devour this thing as if it were my last meal.  When I got married and moved out, my Dad showed me how to make his tomato pie, he…

Slow Simmered Pork Ragu with Pappardelle

There is no better smell that is pure comfort to me than when I have a big huge pot of gravy simmering on the stove for Sunday Gravy.  (My gravy is your marinara sauce).  Growing up this was one of the happiest times as a girl, knowing I would be eating my Grandmother’s meatballs and…