My Mother’s Food is the Antidote for Everything

My Mother’s Food is the Antidote for Everything

My mother’s food is the antidote for everything. As far back as I can remember there has never been a problem or an occasion for which my mother’s solution hasn’t involved eating something; it’s no wonder my brother and I love people by feeding them. “Have some soup and go to bed” was her cure if I wasn’t feeling well. “Stay home, I’m going to slice some prosciutto and cheese…go watch a movie and relax … f*#k everybody.” was what she mumbled on her way into the kitchen if I was sad or hurt.   “We’re going to throw a big party … I make lasagna from scratch and a beautiful rib roast, what else do you want me to make?” was her answer to any and every celebratory occasion – and believe me, she didn’t need much of a reason to celebrate. And there is no grey area when it comes to my mother’s affections, she either loves you or has no time for you – you will never be confused.  She means what she says and she says what she means. If you make the cut for her “love” list, I have no doubt that there is a particular dish she makes which for you and your dish has become synonymous with her, and she makes it for you every time you come over. Your dish is unique to you, as unique as her love is for you. For my brother it is homemade cavatelli or sautéed peas & mushrooms. For me it is fiatone topped with hot chili peppers, a traditional savory baked ravioli from her...