Zingarella Story

Zingarella; the little gypsy. The nickname lovingly

given to me by my grandmother when I was a kid.

Back in upstate New York, all my extended family

lived in the same neighborhood, and I spent my

days going from house to house, visiting, helping

out with chores and eating (okay, mostly eating).

I would come home in the evening, after my long

day of traipsing the neighborhood, and my

grandmother would shake her head at her little

zingarella. I also loved helping out my

grandmothers, mother and aunts in the kitchen

and was always at their feet in my little apron,

ready to stir the sauce or lick the bowl. I learned

a lot in their kitchens, not just about cooking and

baking, but also about the importance of family

and tradition. After growing up a bit, I spent a lot

of time traveling to different places in the world,

and never spent too long in one spot. (Maybe my

grandmother wasn’t too far off with her little

gypsy nickname) In all my travels, I was

always interested in the different foods

of the area, and more importantly,

 how food always seemed to bring

people together. Local food gives a place

 its personality and charm,

and gives its residents an identity and

something to reminisce over after they

have grown up and moved on.

Isn’t it pleasantly amazing how one

bite of a food from your youth brings

back a flood of warm memories?

I want to have a place where I can share

 the foods from both my youth and travels

with people, and they can in turn share their

rich food histories and memories

with me. I would love to know about

your favorite dish or recipe and what it

means to you. I have assembled a staff that

shares my ideas and love of good food and

we strive to make your dining experience

a pleasant one.