Growing up in a large, Italian family welcomes certain stereotypes. Yes, my family talked very loudly, often while using their hands. But the most important, and most accurate depiction of Italians is at the dinner table.
Each weekend, my mom would prepare a big, delicious meal that would make the guys from the movie Goodfellas proud. (Except she did it primarily by herself and not in prison. But I bet it tastes just as good.)
Heading into my junior year at OU, I was excited to finally be able to cook my own meals, and perhaps do my own Goodfellas impression. But there was one slight problem. My cooking skills made Mrs. Doubtfire seem like a gourmet chef.
So this summer I asked my mom to give me a crash course in cooking, to give me some background so that I could fend for myself in the kitchen. I learned the basics; I can cook eggs, boil noodles and grill a mean hamburger. But nothing was on the level of momma's home cooking.
Now, after a summer that saw some interesting and some successful attempts at culinary greatness, I have finally begun to fend for myself.
This blog will chronicle my amateur foray into the world of cooking by incorporating cooking articles, recipes and other food related items, as well as personal videos and pictures depicting my feeble attempts at concocting meals. The blog will also blend cooking with sports, my one true love, and pop culture.
I will also include snippets from my roommates endeavors, which may be worse than mine (some of their creations belong on this website.)
And through all of my trials and tribulations, I will keep one phrase in my head: at least it's not the dining hall.
(Title courtesy of watching season two of Bravo's Top Chef and learning what an amuse-bouche was.)
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