I'm technically not 30 yet....29 years, 4 months, and 16 days to be exact. But I figured, might as well get a head start on Thirty and Famished because.... one, I'm emphatic about food and this is a good idea.... two, it builds suspense leading up to the big day I do turn 30...and three....because I can. And gosh dang it, who doesn't want to read about my exceptional taste in food and drinks and all things related?.......That's what I thought!
So anyways...how did it I come to love and appreciate food so much? I think I have my snobby food family to thank for that. As early as I can remember I have been surrounded by fresh, quality, fabulous food. My dad is a salmon fisherman...I remember having salmon BBQ every summer (keep following and I might just share our family secret "salmon sauce" recipe for you). My mom is Italian.....I spent Sunday's at Grandpa's eating homemade spaghetti sauce and meatballs and other delicious Italian goodies. The Comella's come from a long line of Sicilian immigrants that worked in the produce industry for generations. My Uncle is the notorious NW Produce Guy, Frank Comella. Frank owned his own produce store in SW Portland. My Grandpa often worked along with him and graciously brought our little family a box, yes an entire box, of FREE produce every week!
I grew up in the most ideal situation to foster an appreciation for food. What kind of kid gets fresh salmon, produce, and homemade Italian meals every week? So I blame my parents for being so snobby. Thanks mom and dad, I owe you one! I also just happen to grow up in a family of great cooks. My younger brother is one of those people that can whip up a gourmet meal out of 5 random ingredients in the kitchen and make it look like a stroll in the park. He's got some pretty good signature dishes, but I think I might be able to give him a run for his money. Hmmm....Maybe we'll have to do an iron chef sibling rivalry competition....more on that later. But, in all seriousness, I wouldn't have my love for cooking if it weren't for him, so thank you little brother (he's a lot bigger then me in real life). I also have to give a shout out to my dad's dad, Papa. Papa had a strange way with the kitchen....his style was more like "put everything in the Thanksgiving stuffing, including the kitchen sink." I attribute my eagerness to try random, crazy, exotic foods to him....although I don't think I will try putting turkey gizzards into my Thanksgiving stuffing anytime soon.
With all of this indulgence and rich history, I find it severally ironic that I married a man that grew up in a family of 10, where food meant function, not pleasure. Think french toast, rice, casseroles, and mac and cheese. Gross. You should have seen my face when I found out that most of them had never tried Thai food before....really? These people even exist? So I guess this points out another important reason I must share my love with the world as quickly as I can....my husband's family needs to have their horizons' broadened.
One more shout out before I start this culinary journey....My dear friends Marlo and Porsche. I probably wouldn't have started this blog if it weren't for Marlo's boss pushing her to come up with a blog for "extra credit" (who does that anyways), and for Porsche actually coming up with the name, "Thirty and Famished." The idea sort of died as soon as it was brought into our little friend circle....so, because I am a visionary, and I am passionate about food...I'm just running with it! :) Thanks girls for letting me use this idea for my own personal fulfillment.
Thirty and Famished will be an on-going personal editorial of all things culinary I enjoy. I'll share some of my favorite recipes, tell you about some secret Portland hot-spots, and give you way too many opinions about anything and everything you can eat or drink. I don't promise I'll be exceptionally witty or funny. I also don't promise that you will learn anything of great value that will better the world around you. But I do promise that I'll freely give away all towards the pursuit of creating food-loving disciples like me.
Enjoy! :)
So anyways...how did it I come to love and appreciate food so much? I think I have my snobby food family to thank for that. As early as I can remember I have been surrounded by fresh, quality, fabulous food. My dad is a salmon fisherman...I remember having salmon BBQ every summer (keep following and I might just share our family secret "salmon sauce" recipe for you). My mom is Italian.....I spent Sunday's at Grandpa's eating homemade spaghetti sauce and meatballs and other delicious Italian goodies. The Comella's come from a long line of Sicilian immigrants that worked in the produce industry for generations. My Uncle is the notorious NW Produce Guy, Frank Comella. Frank owned his own produce store in SW Portland. My Grandpa often worked along with him and graciously brought our little family a box, yes an entire box, of FREE produce every week!
And people wonder why I love vegetables so much.
I grew up in the most ideal situation to foster an appreciation for food. What kind of kid gets fresh salmon, produce, and homemade Italian meals every week? So I blame my parents for being so snobby. Thanks mom and dad, I owe you one! I also just happen to grow up in a family of great cooks. My younger brother is one of those people that can whip up a gourmet meal out of 5 random ingredients in the kitchen and make it look like a stroll in the park. He's got some pretty good signature dishes, but I think I might be able to give him a run for his money. Hmmm....Maybe we'll have to do an iron chef sibling rivalry competition....more on that later. But, in all seriousness, I wouldn't have my love for cooking if it weren't for him, so thank you little brother (he's a lot bigger then me in real life). I also have to give a shout out to my dad's dad, Papa. Papa had a strange way with the kitchen....his style was more like "put everything in the Thanksgiving stuffing, including the kitchen sink." I attribute my eagerness to try random, crazy, exotic foods to him....although I don't think I will try putting turkey gizzards into my Thanksgiving stuffing anytime soon.
With all of this indulgence and rich history, I find it severally ironic that I married a man that grew up in a family of 10, where food meant function, not pleasure. Think french toast, rice, casseroles, and mac and cheese. Gross. You should have seen my face when I found out that most of them had never tried Thai food before....really? These people even exist? So I guess this points out another important reason I must share my love with the world as quickly as I can....my husband's family needs to have their horizons' broadened.
This is for you....and all those like you.
One more shout out before I start this culinary journey....My dear friends Marlo and Porsche. I probably wouldn't have started this blog if it weren't for Marlo's boss pushing her to come up with a blog for "extra credit" (who does that anyways), and for Porsche actually coming up with the name, "Thirty and Famished." The idea sort of died as soon as it was brought into our little friend circle....so, because I am a visionary, and I am passionate about food...I'm just running with it! :) Thanks girls for letting me use this idea for my own personal fulfillment.
Thirty and Famished will be an on-going personal editorial of all things culinary I enjoy. I'll share some of my favorite recipes, tell you about some secret Portland hot-spots, and give you way too many opinions about anything and everything you can eat or drink. I don't promise I'll be exceptionally witty or funny. I also don't promise that you will learn anything of great value that will better the world around you. But I do promise that I'll freely give away all towards the pursuit of creating food-loving disciples like me.
Enjoy! :)
-Erica Stillar
You're so darned cute! Can't wait to learn a little culinary something something. :o) And...The Pioneer Woman is one of my favorite Photography blogs!
ReplyDeleteyou ARE an amazing cook! bring on the good ideas so I can impress andy :) love you friend!
ReplyDeleteall i can say is. "I LOVE YOU my italian snob foody sister"! can't wait for more.
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