About Us

When one discerning musician (Jessica) marries a lovable painter (James)– they make beautiful food together. We live in Brooklyn, NY.  We love it here and hope never to leave. The only thing that would make living here better would be if we had a plot of land where we could grow stuff.  But for now we will stick to the extraordinary farmer’s markets and local grocery stores that we have access to.

This site is also a bit of an experiment.  Because we love our borough so much, we do our best to buy from local vendors.  We’re also trying our damnedest to buy and use only seasonal ingredients. (But sometimes I just want a tomato in February – I know, it is kind of a crime).  We’ll keep you posted when we find places that are committed to our shared philosophy.

Chi è qui mangia! (Translates as “who’s here eats!”)  We were both raised by Sicilian-Americans. That means great meals and loud households.  Growing up, we both understood that you had to make it to the table if you wanted to eat and that you would eat whatever was on your plate.  You were most likely served something delectable and memorable so it worked out well. So as long as you read along and send a little love from time to time, we’ll help you eat well too!

Jessica’s  maternal Grandfather (Frank) was a butcher and a restaurateur in Hartford, CT .  Her maternal Grandmother (Rose) made Wedding Cakes (and also kept her plastic Christmas tree up all year – my favorite thing about her!).  Jessica’s paternal Grandfather (Henry) delivered Frisbie pies.

James’s maternal grandmother (Carmela) reminds us that Sunday dinner is an essential element to a great week.  James’s paternal Grandmother (Virginia) made the best fried chicken and had a tendency to remove ingredients from her recipes so that they couldn’t be replicated.  Although hilarious, we promise not to do that.

This is the truck my Grandfather used to drive.


7 responses to “About Us

  1. Can’t wait to read more! When James’s maternal grandfather, John, was a young boy growing up in Brooklyn (Sheepshead Bay area), he helped his father deliver fruits and vegetables from a wooden cart. That’s about as close to food preparation that he ever came. He was lucky to marry Carmela who is a wonderful cook.
    We all come back to Brooklyn!

  2. Heather

    Sweetness! That is both a response to the good news of your new blog and a happy memory of a very special cake. As you know, I do not cook and so probably won’t be the most faithful reader. But I do love family meals in a serious way, so who knows what you might inspire.

  3. Ashley

    it just so happens that as i received jess’s email about her and james’ new blog, i was listening to bobby mcferrin. i can still remember being in jess’s room in middle school listening to mcferrin’s cd’s with the fabulous smells of dinner wafting up the stairs (dinner at the guerrette house was never served before 8pm). i’m glad that epicurean bug did not escape her! and i can attest to her red sauce, wherein my last visit to brooklyn we sat around her and james’ table eating off heath plates, with a big bowl of pasta in the middle of the table, wine and singing (when done in the vanderette household, is not your typical shower tune rendition!).

  4. Jamie

    Hey you two. Love the blog and even more can’t wait to try the food. I’ve RSS’d you.

    For those who don’t know, James and Jess are both supreme cooks…being in their kitchen is like watching Zeus and Hera duel with lightening bolts at the beginning of the world.

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  6. mona

    wow that eggplant parm looks great – just like my sicilan nana ust to make !!!

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