Cook-a-thon

So last weekend the cooking bug got the better of me and boy did I give in! I mean, what else do you do on a cold wintery weekend??

I made it all, cupcakes, bread, cold rolls, lamb shanks…But the thing I felt most passionate about was something from my Italian roots.

I like to call it my Nonna Sauce (not the most creative name I know, but it’s true to itself)

So, a little about me, technically I am 1st Generation Aussie as my parents were both born in Italy and came here with their families when they were children. I’ve been lucky enough to have grown up with all of my grandparents until I was well into my 20’s. So what does this mean for my Italian roots? Well to me, the one thing that has always connected me to my heritage is the food. Especially when i have been able to learn great things from 2 of the best home cooks I’ll ever meet – my Nonnas (that’s grandma in Italian).

Over the past few years I realised that these family recipes made so well by these great home cooks may one day be lost if nobody bothers to learn them. So my mission has been to learn them and practice practice practice until perfect.

My Nonna Maria’s pasta sauce was one of the first things she taught me. I have to say, my last attempt was by far my best.

The one thing I have learnt about some of these recipes is – It’s not always about what you put in the dish (although important) but rather the technique in which you make it. Little things like, when to add the herbs or how high the burner should be make all the difference to the overall result.

Anyway, I was pretty pleased with myself and wanted to share my success with you all. I did however forget to photograph the final result with pasta and all.

Sorry about that. Maybe next time.

What's inside??

What’s inside??

Magical tomato-ey goodness

Magical tomato-ey goodness

Almost done!

Almost done!

Bread-a-rising

Bread-a-rising

Bread

In the oven

Baking

Crusty. Crunchy. Dense.