Tastes
Taste is defined as the sense by which the flavor or savor of things is perceived when they are brought into contact with the tongue. For me however, taste is that indelible sense that can travel through time, recalling edible memories. That first sweet bite of birthday cake, the fermented bubbles of a celebratory toast with champagne, the ripe juiciness of tropical fruit on an unforgettable beach vacation, the salty bite of a panino filled with prosciutto overlooking an Italian piazza; the list goes on and on. These tastes are the ones that I’ve transcribed and shared as recipes.
The Ruling on Spaghetti alla Corte D’Assise, Delicious!
What’s saucy, spicy and Calabrese in origin? No, it’s not me (insert chuckle here), but rather one of my favorite pasta dishes, Spaghetti alla Corte
Befanini : The Final Sweep on the Christmas Season
“La Befana vien di notte, con le scarpe tutte rotte. Col vestito alla romana, Viva, Viva La Befana!” (“The Befana comes by night, with her
Repurposing Panettone and Pandoro
The holiday season may seem like a distant memory, however like the ghost of Christmas past, remnants may still be found amidst the goods stocked
Sambartini: Calabrese for Christmas
I am immensely proud of my southern Italian heritage and love all things Calabrese, particularly the cuisine, which is not only rich in flavor but
The Tuscan Quartet: A Symphony of Flavours
Until recently, I would have associated the word quartet with a musical composition of four instruments or voices; now however, the composition of a quartet
Amaretti: The Sweet Socialites
Certain things are simply synonymous with celebrations; invitations, flowers, music and of course food. Every celebratory event will usually have a sweet finish which, in
Tales
Every taste has a tale, every ingredient a story. Pasta Carbonara’s origins provoke speculation and debate, Tiramisu has a sultry past, and Parmigiano and Prosciutto have been engrossed in fraud and scandal. Nonna’s anecdotes filled with old world wisdom and all the delectable learnings from tradition, accounts from adventures both local and global. These are the tales that I enjoy sharing, the memories I take joy in recreating, the questions I research for answering. These are the fables behind the focaccia, the ones that educate and often resonate.
Caffe’ Sospeso: Kindness Pending
How appropriate that during the season of giving we celebrate the day of the Caffe’ Sospeso. Translated to pending or suspended coffee, this is beautiful
Canada Gets a Taste of Cracco
Famed Italian Chef Carlo Cracco plated up some of his unique and innovative dishes for Canadian palates recently. The Michelin Star Chef was the special
Be Our Guest – Disney World Dining
Be our guest! Be our guest! Put our service to the test Tie your napkin round your neck, cherie And we’ll provide the rest…… And
Family is the Recipe
“Food and family nourish our bodies and souls” I recently returned from a long overdue trip to Calabria (nearly two decades since my last visit)
Santa Lucia and Season’s Eatings
December 13th is the feast day of Santa Lucia (St. Lucy) where Italian lore says that very early in the morning on this day, she,
Sant’Ambrogio: Panettone Patron
Another day, another celebration in Italy. December 7th is the Feast Day of Sant’Ambrogio (St. Ambrose) who happens to be the patron of the metropolis
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Ciao...
Ciao, my name is Jenny Arena; a Nutella loving, song singing, food geek, that not only lives to prepare food but loves to delve into its history and origins. I journal the stories and traditions of treasured recipes while also developing a few of my own.
I was born Canadian but am Italian at heart. I am the daughter of Southern Italian immigrants who instilled in me at a young age, my appreciation of food; particularly that of the humble Calabrian kitchen, the kitchen where friends and family would gather around a table to break bread, sip wine, and enjoy each other’s company.
My love affair with food began as a child and has grown and matured with me into adulthood. My education began by observing my father in the kitchen; continued with watching cooking shows on PBS and later the Food Network, leafing through countless cookbooks and getting hands on through classes and workshops until finally graduating to preparing meals of my own.
As a mother, I now carry on with my children, what began alongside my father. I try to instill in them, the same adoration that I have for not only what is on my plate, but its journey in getting there. It is my hope that I can create for them, edible memories like the ones I hold dear.
While the cuisine of my parents’ homeland is the one that holds the fondest place in my heart, I have developed a passion for food that spans across the continents. Whether homemade or created by a famed chef, this foodie enjoys having her taste buds tickled by worldly delights and my aim is to share my tastes and tales from the soul with all of you.
Buon Appetito!
How It All Began
Food, by definition is any nourishing substance that is eaten, drunk, or otherwise taken into the body to sustain life, provide energy, and promote growth. From a matter-of-fact point of view, we physically cannot survive without it, however, its sustenance and growth (for me anyway), go beyond the mere scientific. Yes, food is nourishment for the body, but arguably also for the heart, mind, and soul.
Food truly has the power to stir up strong emotions, whether it is a warm bowl of comfort that takes the chill out of winter or a cooling colada on a hot summer day, a glass full of sparkle in celebration, a spoonful of decadence to spark romance or bread broken among friends who laugh and reminisce.
When I think back on the many wonderful moments that have become my tapestry of treasured memories, they are all woven together by a common thread, food. Behind every fond recollection of a family gathering, friendly chattering, worldly travel, or self-marvel, is food.
Food is as central to my memories as the hearth is to a home. The warmth of a flame kissing a culinary vessel is magical a tradition that goes back to the beginning of time. Cooking over the coals, the focacius as it was referred to by the ancient Romans is what gives way to the “Focaccia” part of my title. Focaccia derives from Roman “panis focacius,” meaning “hearth bread”; bread not only baked at the core of the home, but also a food at the core of many cultures. And while Italian cuisine (particularly Southern Italian), is at the heart of my memories, I have a passion for food that runs broad and deep.
I hope that in reading my food fables you will be informed and educated, but most of all, I hope they will conjure up fond thoughts and recapture places and faces in time for you as well.
