My family traded the Italian sun of Abruzzo for the coal mines, but we refused to leave our heritage behind. My grandfather grew bright yellow hot peppers that would make your eyes water just looking at them, starting a backyard legacy that my mom still carries on today as a master gardener 👩🏻‍🌾.

In our house, the backyard garden dictates what’s for dinner, from our signature Tomato Pepper Pizza to the ongoing family debate over how to make the perfect Pasta Fagioli 🇮🇹.

But this isn't just about food. It's about how a piece of land can hold an entire family's history, and why the true secret ingredient to the Sunday Gravy ♥️ can never be bought in a store.

I’m sharing the full story of our roots, our rowdy family kitchen, and how beautiful life tastes when you live it from the ground up on my Substack today.

👉 Click the link to read: "The Abruzzo Soil: A Family Harvest of Food and Memories"

(And if you want to dive deeper into the history, don't forget to grab my book, A Story About Pizza, and tune into the Pizza Story Podcast 🍕!)