YES DEAR.

I was raised in the kitchen.

My grandparents’ house smelled like garlic, slow sauce, roasted vegetables, and fresh baking—every single time. Sundays weren’t a plan, they were a ritual.

Nonna made pasta by hand, grew basil on the sill, and cooked with tomatoes from the family garden. We were kids, yelling for this or that, and she always answered without missing a beat: “Si Cara.” “Si Carino.”

“Yes, my dear”

She said it like a promise. Hello, goodbye, and everything in between—arms around me, “Mio Carino.”

That’s the feeling behind Si Cara.
Not just a meal—a way to live.
Show up with your people. Eat well. Celebrate the ordinary days like they matter.

Because they do.