No matter how I try, I simply cannot match the flavor of my father's tomato sauce, probably because I'm half-Irish. It is not for lack of teaching - my father has schooled me in the ways of an Italian kitchen since I could reach the kitchen table, and in an Italian kitchen, if you are old enough to reach the table, you are old enough to catch the homemade pasta as it rolls off the machine and painstakingly lay it out on towels.He has taught me about the importance of the quality of ingredients, and never has a Tuttorosa tomoto graced any pot in my own kitchen. But alas, my father has that magic touch that gifted cooks seem to be born with, and this book is a collection of his techniques and cooking style. I promise that it will not be a rehash of your favorite Italian cookbook because this book is about more than just following a recipe. It's a book of love because no great chef cooks without it.
Lora Como is a reluctant and recalcitrant author who meeds to make money. She is her father's daughter, and when they were not cooking together, they were at the Saratoga racetrack betting on the ponies.