The following article, written by Ron Onesti, appears on DailyHerald.com.
Ron Onesti: The power of pasta
If by chance I have made your acquaintance, or maybe we have crossed paths on Facebook or somewhere else, you would know I am an Italian-American. With red sauce running through my veins and olive oil on my skin, I love my pasta as much as anyone.
Through the years, as I grew my career in music, I took with me as much of the backstage “pasta and meatball” experience as I could. What started with my grandmother in Chicago’s Little Italy on Taylor Street where I was born, has turned into a part of my rock ‘n’ roll business model.
Ironically (and gravely unfortunately), I never met my grandparents. My Nonna Sabina came over from Naples in 1911 to start a new life in America. She died two weeks before I was born, trying so desperately to hang on just to see the first offspring of her son, my dad Alberto, who was the youngest of six kids.
But what she left behind were old-world culinary traditions, and hundreds of warm recollections shared with me from aunts, uncles, cousins and my own parents. So even though she passed on before I met her, I learned a great deal about my heritage and the passion surrounding it from her. Continue reading at DailyHerald.com.