Nonna Gio is my great grandmother. She is also our daughter, our sister, our wife, our mother, our grandmother. She belongs to her home, Castellamare Di Stabia in the south of our Italy. We are made of her blood, her love, and her food.
With almost 100 joyful years of trial and error under her trusty wing, it’s safe to say we can trust her judgment. If she says the food is good, you’d do best to believe the woman.