I’m Sharon Pickett and this is my second year as a HVRW blogger. I’m thrilled to again be a part of all the excitement!
I have been eatingsince the day I was born – born into the wrong family. Don’t get me wrong, theyare lovely people (most of them anyway) but for my relatives, seafood came breaded in a box, succotash was considered a vegetable, garlic came granulated in a small glass jar with salt added and bagels came in a plastic sleeve in the frozen food section.
I could go on, but I hink you get the picture. I knew for sure that something was wrong when I asked my Mom if we had any olive oil and she said “Sure do. It’s that liquid in the jar with the olives.” I had to get out.
Arriving in New York for college, I began to realize what I had known all along.
Fish have heads andtails! Coffee can be freshly ground (not instant)! Garlic is a bulb – a memberof the onion family and comes in several different varieties and pungencies! And Lender’s bagels are not bagels, but merely round bread.
Don’t get me started with kim chee, ceviche and charcuterie.
Today I live inScarborough with my husband Paul Mazzilli and too many cats. We have two college/post-graduate school age children. Our daughter now lives in a gastronomically challenged area of East 39th Street where a great meal requires a a pilgrimage.Somehow we manage.
Our son goes to Fordham, a stone’s throw from Arthur Avenue.
We visit them often.
My husband and number one dining companion and I recently returned from a voyage to Antarctica, where there exists no indigenous cuisine. Somehow we managed