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Kitchen Yarns: Notes on Life, Love, and Food by Ann Hood
I grew up eating. A lot. As the great food writer M.F.K. Fisher said, “First we eat, then we do everything else.” That describes my childhood home. In my mind, my Italian grandmother, Mama Rose, was always cooking. We lived with her in the house she moved to with her parents when they came from Conca Della Compainia, a small mountanous town an hour and a world away from Naples, Italy, to West Warwick, Rhode Island. When I was young, Mama Rose and her mother, Nonna, kept an enormous garden in the backyard, and they would sit on summer afternoons and snap the end off string beans (served cold with garlic and mint), press tomatoes into sauce, pickle read and green peppers for the Christmas antipasto. We had fruit trees, Seckel pear, cherry, apple, fig and blueberry and raspberry bushes. They raised rabbits and chickens, too. More than once a beloved white bunny- Snowball, Snowflake, Snowy- disappeared from it’s cage only for us to have funny-tasting “chicken” that night at dinner.