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action or later. Please see Debugging in WordPress for more information. (This message was added in version 6.7.0.) in /hermes/bosnacweb04/bosnacweb04bb/b1943/ipw.kettleso/wp_site_1591105074/wp-includes/functions.php on line 6114A feature story in the Washington Post<\/em> this week about a Staten Island restaurant made me smile because it reminded me about the main traditions that drive what we eat. This popular eatery \u2013 reservations must be made several weeks in advance \u2013 is officially named Enoteca Maria, but it\u2019s better known as \u201cnonnas of the world.\u201d That\u2019s because the chefs are a rotating roster of actual nonnas (that\u2019s Italian for grandmothers). These grandmothers might now live on Staten Island, but they\u2019re originally from regions all over the world.<\/p>\n For many of us, it\u2019s our grandmothers who typically set the table for the foods that are the cornerstone of our meals. My grandmother always put on a fabulous spread. That’s her on the left in the photo above, along with my mother and my great-grandmother. Back in the 1950s, her great meals made use of what was available at a time when food sources were limited and the distribution system was not what it is today. For example, vegetables and fish were canned. My grandmother also made good use of her two large freezers, packing away the locally grown peas, asparagus, and sweet corn. And I know that she passed on a lot of her knowledge to my mother, thereby influencing what was on our table every day.<\/p>\n On Staten Island, owner Joe Scaravella, a former employee of the Metropolitan Transit Authority, opened the restaurant after losing his own mother, grandmother, and sister. Using money left to him by his mother, he purchased a vacant storefront with the idea of recreating the experience of going to his nonna\u2019s house for a meal. Next, he advertised in the local Italian-American newspaper for \u201cnonnas\u201d who could make those regional Italian dishes he remembered. The response was overwhelming.<\/p>\n Thanks to those nonnas who cook at the restaurant, business took off, and a few years later, Scaravella began inviting grandmothers from other cultures to share their food heritage. Now, the nonnas cooking at the restaurant every night represent cuisines from all over the world \u2013 from Argentina to Taiwan, Puerto Rico to Poland. And every night, after the food is served, customers applaud for those cooks.<\/p>\n I haven\u2019t visited Enoteca Maria yet, but when I\u2019m in New York City, I enjoy going to Astoria, Queens, where there\u2019s a global smorgasbord of restaurants. You can find eateries highlighting cuisines from Egypt to Greece to Vietnam and all sorts of places in between. Max Bratwurst und Bier is just down the street from Gianpiero Bakery, and the Egyptian Kebab Caf\u00e9 is across the street from Sands of Persia. It\u2019s a wonderful way to dine \u2013 and find intriguing new ideas to prepare food.<\/p>\n As for Enoteca Maria on Staten Island, I think it\u2019s brilliant. The restaurant provides an opportunity for average folks to enjoy an authentic, home-cooked experience from another culture without traveling. After all, what might be common in one place may taste and look exotic in another. If Scaravella was looking for a nonna who could make a meatball like his, imagine what a meal of noodles from a Japanese grandmother or a chicken peleau from a Trinidadian nonna might taste like. I don\u2019t know why such a concept might not expand to other locales.<\/p>\n As for my own grandmother, I don\u2019t have many of her recipes. Turns out that she wrote down very few. Thanks to a cookbook compiled by her local church, however, we do have her recipe for scalloped chicken … but not her pot roast. We have a few of her baked dessert recipes, but not the brown-sugar date cookies that everyone loved.<\/p>\n I\u2019m making a cookbook of my mother\u2019s treasured recipes that the family has enjoyed over the years so that my kids and grandchildren have a record. As for my own recipes, they\u2019re typically from ideas that I\u2019ve garnered from cookbooks or online. I try to have at least three or four new dishes every week. And when I taste something new from someone\u2019s grandmother, I\u2019m tempted to try to make it myself.<\/p>\n To comment, please click on \u201cRead in Browser\u201d or on the headline to view the blog on the website. You can log in and comment at the end of the blog to share your thoughts and start a discussion.<\/em><\/p>\n If you\u2019d like to share the blog, click on the Facebook icon or one of the others. Thanks!<\/em><\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" A feature story in the Washington Post this week about a Staten Island restaurant made me smile because it reminded me about the main traditions that drive what we eat. This popular eatery \u2013 reservations must be made several weeks in advance \u2013 is officially named Enoteca Maria, but it\u2019s better known as \u201cnonnas of the world.\u201d That\u2019s because the chefs are a rotating roster of actual nonnas (that\u2019s Italian for grandmothers). These grandmothers might now live on Staten Island, but they\u2019re originally from regions all over the world. For many of us, it\u2019s our grandmothers who typically set the table for the foods that are the cornerstone of our meals. My grandmother always put on a fabulous spread. That’s her on the left in the photo above, along with my mother and my great-grandmother. 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Thanks to those nonnas who cook at the restaurant, business took off, and a few years later, Scaravella began inviting grandmothers from other cultures to share their food heritage. Now, the nonnas cooking at the restaurant every night represent cuisines from all over the world \u2013 from Argentina to Taiwan, Puerto Rico to Poland. And every night, after the food is served, customers applaud for those cooks. I haven\u2019t visited Enoteca Maria yet, but when I\u2019m in New York City, I enjoy going to Astoria, Queens, where there\u2019s a global smorgasbord of restaurants. You can find eateries highlighting cuisines from Egypt to Greece to Vietnam and all sorts of places in between. Max Bratwurst und Bier is just down the street from Gianpiero Bakery, and the Egyptian Kebab Caf\u00e9 is across the street from Sands of Persia. It\u2019s a wonderful way to dine \u2013 and find intriguing new ideas to prepare food. As for Enoteca Maria on Staten Island, I think it\u2019s brilliant. The restaurant provides an opportunity for average folks to enjoy an authentic, home-cooked experience from another culture without traveling. After all, what might be common in one place may taste and look exotic in another. If Scaravella was looking for a nonna who could make a meatball like his, imagine what a meal of noodles from a Japanese grandmother or a chicken peleau from a Trinidadian nonna might taste like. I don\u2019t know why such a concept might not expand to other locales. As for my own grandmother, I don\u2019t have many of her recipes. Turns out that she wrote down very few. Thanks to a cookbook compiled by her local church, however, we do have her recipe for scalloped chicken … but not her pot roast. We have a few of her baked dessert recipes, but not the brown-sugar date cookies that everyone loved. I\u2019m making a cookbook of my mother\u2019s treasured recipes that the family has enjoyed over the years so that my kids and grandchildren have a record. As for my own recipes, they\u2019re typically from ideas that I\u2019ve garnered from cookbooks or online. I try to have at least three or four new dishes every week. And when I taste something new from someone\u2019s grandmother, I\u2019m tempted to try to make it myself. To comment, please click on \u201cRead in Browser\u201d or on the headline to view the blog on the website. You can log in and comment at the end of the blog to share your thoughts and start a discussion. If you\u2019d like to share the blog, click on the Facebook icon or one of the others. 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