Our Story
The Recipes She Never Got to Share
Our mother was the keeper of everything. Four generations of Italian recipes lived in her kitchen — dishes passed down from her grandmother, refined by her mother, and perfected by her own hands over a lifetime of Sunday dinners, holiday feasts, and weeknight miracles.
She was a mother of three boys. She was 60 years old when she died, suddenly and without warning. Her grandchildren — our children — were all very young. Too young to have stood beside her at the stove. Too young to have asked the questions we now wish we'd asked sooner.
In the months after, we realized the recipes she carried were at risk of disappearing entirely. The knowledge was in her hands — and her hands were gone. So we began the work of reconstructing them: from memory, from taste, from the jars of sauce she'd left in the freezer like relics.
We started Letters From Nonna for our mother's grandchildren — now young adults — so they could finally receive the recipes their grandmother never got to teach them. But as the collection grew, we realized these stories belonged to more than our family alone.
Every family has recipes they're afraid of losing. This is how we made sure ours survived — and maybe how you'll be inspired to save your own.