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Rosa Mariotti

Rosa Mariotti

Hello all. I live in between two worlds (USA and Italy) but I'm really grounded. I believe it's a luxury to be able to pick and choose the best of both. I've been given that gift. I love my job; I believe in positive thinking, and dream of a better future for all. Until then, Mangia! Ciao!
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Growing up Italian: I “Pasta” like my Grandma

Today, I would have made Nonna Peppa proud. I made Spinach pasta dough with Quail eggs, shaped it two ways, and prepared a simple sauce to go with it. Can’t wait for leftovers!

Growing up Italian: The taste of Memories

Nonno ate healthy, made his own wine, raised his own chickens, and grew his own garden.

Ricotta Citrus Pancakes and Orange Rosemary Marmalade

A breakfast so good, I could eat it all day long 🙂

Growing Up Italian: You are going to be in hot water….soon!

Ever since the Etruscan times, then the Romans, mixing flour and water has been very popular. To these days, an ancient Etruscan stove top bread called Torta al Testo is still part of the Umbrian diet.

Growing up Italian: Black is the new … Pasta

Why do I love squid ink so much? Whatever the reason, today I couldn’t wait to come home from work and relax making some homemade pasta for dinner; a sexy looking one too!

Growing up Italian: More than a pie, It’s a Spaghetti Pie!

Wine and Food compliment each other, enhance each other. Sometimes they are opposite in taste (spicy / sweet) and that is ok, too. Like marriages or friendships, is often a fine balance that makes them work. I recently started attending a wine pairing class, and met Sarah Tunnell. Yes! The Frugal Wine Gal from EDN […]

Growing Up Italian: The Travel Bug

Italians abroad are everywhere, seems like. Loud, stylish, insubordinate, rule-breakers-tourists.
Then, there are the travelers. Respectful, conscientious,curious and educated. I like to think I always belonged to the second category…

Growing up Italian: The real Italian job

There is a lagoon famous all over the world that attracts millions of tourists every year. There is a city built on sand that inspired movies, books and intriguing love affairs. There is a port that made history worldwide. There are buildings that endured centuries, wars and domination. There is a unique culinary experience that accompanies it all.

Growing up Italian: It’s all Greek to me, today :)

When one lives in Italy, the neighboring countries are just that. Places that seem so far away from Oregon, were just “around the corner” from me, while growing up. Many European capitals are reachable in less than 3 hours, with a quick flight from Rome.

Growing up Italian: My Little Christmas Story

I am a September baby. That means that, by the time my first Christmas rolled around, I was barely 3 months old. Clearly, I don’t remember a thing. Fortunately, my Dad was wise enough to take pictures.

Growing Up Italian: I left my heart in Senigallia.

Home is where your heart is” or sometimes home is not where you are physically, but a place you carry IN your heart despite the distance. Just the thought of it, makes you smile and feel happy….or homesick, in my case. A big piece of my heart belongs to Cesano, Senigallia.

Growing up Italian: Southern comfort (food)

The holiday season is here. With that, fond memories of the many great times spent in Italy with my family. Decorating the tree: year after year, using the same ornaments and the same short, beaten-up artificial tree from which we couldn’t depart such we loved him so much.

Growing up Italian: My citrus is running naked !

Growing up in Perugia, in the heart of Italy, we did not have any fruit other than the one Nature could provide on its own, without manipulation. That meant the usual Winter melons, Apples and Pears.

Growing Up Italian: Giving Many Grazie

Thanksgiving if the holiday that made me a better person. It made me more aware that there are so many reasons to be grateful, and I need to celebrate each one of them. Mille Grazie! (A thousand thank you’s)

Growing up Italian: My American Family Part 2

Here is what I learned from life: Diamonds are NOT a girl’s best friends. FRIENDS are. I know, truth can hurt, and don’t get me wrong…I like the bling bling, too. When it comes to real life, though, everybody needs a very close friend. A BFF as they call them now.

Growing up Italian: My American Family Part 1

As I write this, I shed tears mourning the loss of my beloved aunt. Her departure leaves a big hole in my heart. She was the last standing “matriarch” of our family, in the most complete, loving and generous way. I know my phone won’t be ringing at 7 am  on Sunday morning anymore…. …instead, […]

Growing up Italian: Two weddings and….one crushed!

When one gets married, in Italy, one is willing to grow deeper roots. I, on the other hand, always wanted to grow wings- for as long as I can remember.

Growing up Italian: How I Met My Brother From a Different Mother (Gemellino)

In Italy we have a popular saying: You can’t pick your family members, but you can choose your friends. How exciting! I got to have a twin, who is not my brother, but who’s the bestest of friends. If you find this confusing, you are not the  only one. Here’s how it all happened.

Growing Up Italian: Caffe’latte, a Big Bang Theory

When one is born Italian, he/she is supposed to like coffee, wine and animal organs (in this order) as if it were part of the natural genetic patrimony. Caffelatte (Milk and coffee) is what I grew up having for breakfast as a child.

Growing up Italian: A Pasta Story

“Life is a combination of pasta and magic” Fellini once said. So, it goes for me. The Pasta gene is profoundly embedded in my soul. I learned this art before I learned how to write, watching and sharing the kitchen with women who enjoyed both the process, and the art itself. I have some childhood […]

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