Welcome to Little Sister Kitchen! I’m Grace.
I grew up in food-obsessed family. We ate by the seasons from my mom’s huge vegetable garden in the rolling hills of Western Massachusetts. In spring there were goat cheese and sorrel tarts and compote from the stalks of wild rhubarb that grew in the fields around our house. In summer, we picked currants and gooseberries until our fingers stained and our mouths puckered from the sour-sweetness. As the weather turned cold, my mom pulled stalks of purple garlic into giant bouquets to store in the basement all winter.
My love of food solidified after a trip to Italy, where three bites altered the course of my life forever. The first was hazelnut gelato, eaten one evening in Rome on a quiet cobbled street: perfect-cool-sweet-soft-nutty bliss. The second was lardo, whipped into a mousse with salt and herbs, spread on olive oil-drenched bread and eaten in a crowded butcher shop in Tuscany. Finally, pasta: floating in a green haze of mint-pea pesto, punctuated by cubes of caramelized bacon, eaten under an arbor of grapes in a medieval hilltop town at sunset.
I have not stopped cooking since.
These days I read cookbooks like novels. I go to bed dreaming of sea salt and chocolate and wake up with visions of watermelon radishes dancing in my head. On this blog, I share my favorite recipes and stories about growing up with my eccentric food-loving family.
Thanks for stopping by, and happy cooking!