Thank you for visiting our page! Allow us to introduce ourselves and provide our hopeful goal for this website.
We are John and Elana Iaciofano, brother and sister. As kids, we used to dread our daily encounter with the elementary school lunch lady. As adults, we still get whiny when it comes to mediocre meals. That's because we were raised in an Italian family that placed an extremely high priority on delectable, ultra-satisfying food, owing to Mom's (a.k.a "Marmo") wizardio a la cucina. (That's wizardry of the kitchen, an old Italian saying, for those wondering).
John's Personal Message
When I'm not lawyering, golfing, or imagining myself as the star of an 80's movie of some kind (more Maverick than McFly), I'm allocating time and deep thought towards my utter adoration for Italian fare. And although I harbor a liking for all quality foods of various ethnic influences, it is Italian and Italian inspired dishes which really provoke my culinary enthusiasms.
I'm not a food critic or scholar, but I'm optimistic that you'll find my and Elana's reviews, recipes, and random spastic thoughts on this site to be helpful, understandable, and entertaining. Also, I listen to this song every day as I dress for work, and I'm forever bitter about the Series Finale of Lost; a horrible - perhaps criminal - excuse for "closure" towards an otherwise beautiful and magical story.
Elana's Personal Message
I explode my ktichen (aka the Laboratorio Semi-Moderno) with cooking experiments on average once a week (think Bunson and Beeker from the Muppets). Fried pickles, homemade pasta, and pizza after pizza after pizza have all fallen victim to my culinary curiosity. And yet...family members, friends, occasional strangers and stray dogs (and sometimes the fire department) still find their way to my apartment, attracted by the enticing aromas emminating from the kitchen.
Dad - a.k.a. "The Box" - And on the opposite end of the culinary curiosity continuum lies "The Box", whose Frankie Valli blasting, spaghetti slurping, 3 a.m. cookie snacking habits still deserve their due respect in shaping our ultimate palates and views concerning Italian culture and fare. An accomplished attorney of considerable intelligence, yet simple needs - pasta, naps, and the Jersey Shore - Dad's culinary preferences seldom stray from known tastes and hefty portioned plates. Take Dad's temperature on Scipio Africanus' contributions to the Punic Wars and he'll beam with pride and suffocate you with impressive historical fact flinging. But mention to Dad the idea of leaving the Garden State on a trip to Italy and he becomes paralyzed with fears of pedestrian exploration and lack of access to the Golf Channel.