Just Bathe Me In Pasta

I’m obsessed with a lot and pasta right up there.  Can never have enough.  Morning, noon, night, it doesn’t matter.  Thanks to my grandmother who made enough for all of Italy.  She was the real deal and shared generations of knowledge with me in her little kitchen filled with it all.  And her floured hands always rolling out dough.  Lot’s and lot’s of it.  And she’d hand me a bowl of eggs and flour and get me rolling too.  She’d then hang the thick noodles on anything that would hold them.  Even her bed sometimes.  Honestly.  As it was in Italy, it was the same in her little kitchen in Pennsylvania.  Like I said, she was the real deal, and my hands still lathered in flour and dough.  And a few sparkly trinkets of course.  That being another obsession.

About thefoodstalker

With an Italian background, she cites her Mother and grandmother ( Mamie ) as the major influence of her love for food.  Yes, homemade pasta hung from the clothesline in the kitchen and rolling 100 meat balls for a holiday dinner was the norm.  Raised in Pennsylvania. she spent time in Atlanta, Georgia and ultimately settled along the stunning coast of Laguna Beach, Ca. Self taught in everything, she learned to appreciate the amazing flavors, scents and uses for exotic herbs and spices and applies her knowledge to cooking today. Despite enjoying other creative endeavors like painting, photography and clothing design, she realized she would never love another career the way she loves all the stories surrounding food.  And it's capturing those stories that has not only become her greatest passion but a culinary drug worth passing around!  After all, food is a shared experience and no one better to share it with than the entire world. And thus the Food Stalker was born, utilizing all that passion and her fearlessness to capture even the most impossible stories. It's one thing to write about food, but far more exciting to actually capture it and all those stories that make every scent come to life.  And once she sets out, there's no stopping her, because no one follows that scent better than her---and no telling where she'll end up next.  
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