I've been a city girl all my life. Born and raised in New York, with the NY attitude and all, I somehow settled in San Francisco, which I've always considered "NY-
There has always been something so alluring to me about farming that is inexplicable, considering that in my City life I had a gardener for my small patch of concrete garden. I credit my mother for my love of the soil. She was the original "urban farmer" and could grow anything from seed with a scoop of dirt, and an old yogurt container, while rocking out to some Cat Stevens. Perhaps it was the Cat Stevens…
Olive oil seemed perfect to me. It too is in my blood. Growing up in a house with my Italian grandmother, Julia Boccabella Maglio, the tin of olive oil in the kitchen was ubiquitous and felt like home. I don't think I even knew what butter was until I was 12. Grandma Julia taught me how to make Italian cookies and raviolis while we watched Julia Child on the tiny black and white TV in the kitchen.
Since my childhood I have been trying to recreate those recipes, pieced together from my mom and aunts and uncles-
A great juxtaposition to my Italian life was my father's side of the family-