Mother Couldnt Tell
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We Have a Winner in Our Notes From a Kitchen Giveaway (nymag)
**En route to commenter NBurger79.**
Last week we invited readers to compete for a two-volume set of _Notes From a
Kitchen_ by telling us about a dish or meal that demonstrated their culinary
passion -- and we couldn't have been more pleased with the responses. You
recounted tales of weekend-long barbecue marathons, elaborate romantic meals,
holiday feasts complete with menus, and a cheese-straw quest that became an
obsession. But the entry that most captured our imaginations (and tear ducts)
came from commenter NBurger79, who recounted a story of working tirelessly to
perfect his Sicilian-born grandmother's ricotta pie recipe, in order to serve
it to her one last time. The full (moving) comment is reproduced below.
> When I was young I would spend every Sunday at my grandmothers house. She
came to Chicago from Sicily with my grandfather who had died when I was very
young. I looked forward to every Sunday as much as she did, not only to see
her, but for her amazing cooking. Everything from homemade gnocchi to braciole
filled the air those Sundays, but what I really looked forward to was her
Ricotta Pie. It was so different from anything ...
John Lennon - Mother