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THE DIARY OF A NICE ITALIAN GIRL
Born and raised just outside Toronto, and brought up in an Italian family, food has always been 90% of my thoughts throughout each day. Growing up, my loud Napoletano mother would ask me (yell at me) to watch her cook so I could be a nice Italian girl one day, but leaning on the counter and watching someone stir a pot wasn't exactly riveting to me. Until recently, I realized that it is up to me to keep alive our family traditions that made me who I am and the dishes that I have come to love, and this blog is my journey.
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