Sublette BOCES

Growing up in a Sicilian Family, food was not only a source of nourishment but a source for comfort and celebration. We had to celebrate births, weddings, deaths, graduations with an abundance of food. It was a source of love. We were not allowed to eat at friends' homes because dinner time was a time to reflect on the day's events. My father owned an Italian import store in a predominantly Italian neighborhood in Buffalo NY. He brought the food home and my mother turned it into everything wonderful. I was not allowed to touch my mothers kitchen so I learned how to cook by watching. It wasn't until I was older that I was able to get my mother to put her recipes in writing because until then her recipes were vague, a pinch of this, a scoop of that,.. We called her the vague chef. My hobbies are simple, cooking is secondary to making people smile because their bellies are full. Not related, I am a retired Hairstylist of 50 years, a retired executive assistant and a retired professional clown.