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I’m Marie—a native New Yorker raised on matzo ball soup, mofongo, and marinara. Born and bred on the Lower East Side, I’m a writer, recipe keeper, and storyteller shaped by generations of loud kitchens, long tables, and layered identities. I'm half Puerto Rican, half Jewish, married to an Italian, and raising a family in Brooklyn where salsa and Sinatra often play in the same playlist.
This site is where all of it meets: multicultural family recipes, food memories, and creative essays that explore belonging, identity, and the inherited flavors that shaped me. Whether I’m writing about the coquito my mother makes at Christmas or the smell of roasted garlic warming on a stove, everything I share is a love letter to culture, memory, and the messy, magical intersection of food and family.