My mom is a chef. I bought my All-Clad eight months before I bought a bed. I cooked almost daily in my 150sf Greenwich Village apartment which was so small, my kitchen only had a pint-sized fridge that fit under the counter. Imagine my excitement when I heard from my old college buddy Nathan Lyon that he has his own cooking show on Discovery Health, focusing on local fresh foods. It's a philosophy I've always abided by, encouraged by my neighborhood in NYC and my stint in Italy.
I lived across the street from Pearl Oyster Bar and on the same block as Murray's Cheese store. I went to Faicco's for my meats and the baker for my breads. Given zero freezer space and about nine cubic feet of fridge space, I always cooked and ate fresh, and I always had to go out for my ice cream.
Living in my medieval village in Italy was much the same. I bought from the local market on Tuesdays, and on Saturdays, I bought the seasonal produce off a truck -- the sweetest cherry tomatoes (I popped them in my mouth like candy), artichokes so gorgeous that my American friends who visited thought they were fake, and arugula so tasty I ate it senza dressing.
Tune in on Thursday nights to watch Nathan, who is made for stardom, and check this out!
I think of lots of complicated projects for myself, and occasionally start working on one. I'm surrounded by the most interesting, erudite, kind, dynamic, creative, industrious, generous, energetic people on the planet. I have four superstar siblings, I've jumped out of an airplane, set foot on four continents, lived in three, and studied seven languages (sfortunamente, I'm a Jackie of all, master of none).
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