I don’t know where this whole desire started with our family as far wanting to feed every one that walked through the door of our house...

Did it start with my great-grandparents on my mother’s side?

Did it start in my grandmother’s basement, where we would gather for dinner every Sunday, with all my cousins sitting around the table? All the men would be in the wine cellar making wine, while all the ladies were in the kitchen making homemade pasta.

Did it start with my relatives living next door to each other in Philadelphia? On Sundays, we would walk to my Aunt’s house, grab a strong cup of coffee and start cooking dinner at 9 am.

Or maybe it started with my father’s side. Growing up, we would meet at my Grandmom Di Febo’s house in Wilmington EVERYDAY after school. She would always have something on the stove… a frittata, a pot of gravy, pasta.

Did it start with my father? He was ALWAYS having neighbors over for a pot of pasta fagilio. Perhaps it was the HUGE family gatherings in our basement. My father would prepare so much food that the pool table had to be covered and used as the buffet table!

We were always together as a family, eating. Lots of children, cousins, aunts and uncles gathered together to share one another’s company and a wonderful meal.

In our grandparents’ home, not only was everyone always welcome, they were ALWAYS offered something to eat and glass of wine. Perhaps it started there.

How did it start? I don’t know. What I do know is that we LOVE to cook.

We love nothing more than when people share a meal together in our restaurants and allow our family to feed them…and their souls.

Enjoy!

Lisa DiFebo-Osias & Family