I learned to bake in sixth grade economics class. Our first assignment was an apple pie. When I brought it home my Mom was thrilled, she loved sweets and so did our entire family. That's when I first realized I could bake well, because she would ask me, a 10 year old, to bake for her.
I also started to cook at an early age. My mother
and my aunts taught me the many Neapolitan Italian recipes I make to this
day. Of course I also know some Sicilian recipes since my grandfather came
from Sicily, Italy. They were the recipes we cooked every day, on Sundays,
and during the holidays. I would stand on a step stool so I could reach
the stove while Mom gave me instructions. It paid off in the long run. My
cookbook "Mangia, It's Good For You!" a guide on “How to
Cook Like an Italian for the Holidays” showcases many of those old
Raising three children as a single Mom was challenging.
To supplement my income I baked and sold cakes. I realized from the onset
that my cakes had to be something extraordinary for people to want to buy
them. I then started experimenting with basic cake recipes. After MANY late
nights, lots of baking supplies, and some discarded cakes (which my family
and co-workers happily sampled); I created an extra creamy gourmet cheesecake,
a delectable gourmet carrot cake, a decadent double layer chocolate cake
and many scrumptious pies. Almost every time someone tastes one of my cakes,
they say “Oh My God! This cake is so good" hence the name, OMG
Cakes. They are so good that I will put them up against any other on the
market. I often think that I should have continued with the cake business
all those years ago, but because I needed a steady income I put it aside
and forged ahead in the business world.
It's now thirty years later and after urging from my family, friends and co-workers, I've decided to once again start my own cake business. I know that you will enjoy eating them as much as I enjoy making them. So come "Taste a Slice of Heaven".
Italians always think food is the cure”for everything; at least all the old Italians I knew felt that way. If they weren’t telling you to eat because it would make you feel better, they would tell you
“Mangia. It’s good for you!”
Macaroni and Meatballs....today it is referred to as Sunday Sauce, or Ragu. I still make this dish almost every Sunday. As I roll the meatballs on Sundays I often wonder just how many I've rolled in
my lifetime -- three million and one, three million and two....