I grew up in a family with incredible cooks. My grandmother and my dad were both awesome cooks. They could make Italian food better than any restaurant you could find. I remember my grandmother making homemade ravioli until she was in her 70s. She said they were a lot of work but never complained because she knew how much I loved them. Unfortunately, I was never there when she made them so I never learned how. She was an extraordinary cook. She was probably the funniest person I have ever met.
My dad was also an incredible cook. What I loved about him, was he was always trying something new. He never used a recipe. He may have looked at one or two but he never followed them completely. He would adjust based on what he thought would taste better. He was always right. He may have been the most social person I have ever known. I remember him striking up conversations with anyone, anywhere. I loved that he was able to be so friendly.
