Happy October!!! This post is going to be about my Dad. I have had a lot of people compliment the name of my blog and social media accounts. I’ve been asked where the name came from. It actually came from my Dad. Here’s why….It all started back when I was in culinary school. I was coming home from my cooking classes and I was preparing everything we had learned in school. During that time my Dad, 58 had being diagnosed with Stage 4 lung cancer. He was so excited for me to be taking these classes. I remember sitting with him at his chemo and we’d just talk about all I was learning. As difficult as it was it was quality time with him where we just talked while he ate a cheeseburger. He always wanted a cheeseburger from the hospital cafeteria. I always remember that. My Dad later passed away 9 months after he was diagnosed. I was just 21 years old.
During that time I was in school I use to use an excessive amount of garlic and olive oil. Don’t get me wrong I still use a lot but I know how to use it now. When I was going to school it was way, way, way too much for any dish. He use to say to me that I had garlic and olive oil running through my veins. And that’s how the name came to be.
It’s definitely a homage to my Dad, who’s no longer with us. I wish he was still here so I could be in the kitchen with him again. He taught me so much before he passed away. I still remember him trying to show me as much as possible the last few months of his life. One thing I remember was he showed me how to fully clean and prepare fresh mussels. I can still hear him in the kitchen, telling me how the mussels that are open are bad and needed to be thrown out. It’s funny how you remember things so well when a memory is all you have.
So, that’s how it started…The name came from him and something he use to say to me. I miss him a lot and I know he’d love to see what I was up to now. He’d be all about this new adventure. I know he’s for sure watching over me and my whole family. I miss him so much.