Ciao Ciao!

Ciao e tutti! I’m Anne Marie and I am a 24-year-old writer, traveler, Ann Taylor LOFT addict and aspiring PR/communications professional who has just moved from the fabulous (but sometimes freezing) Buffalo, N.Y. to the fantastic, fast-paced Washington, D.C.

I have been a foodie for as long as I can remember. Growing up in a large Italian family, all of my memories revolve around food: Rolling pasta and cookie dough with my grandmother, picking tomatoes and green beans with my Dad from our garden, smashing fresh strawberries with my Mom for her famous summer jam, and notoriously getting stomach aches with my brothers because we would always eat wayyy too many cherries/apples/peaches during “U-Pick” sessions at our local farms.

When I went to Italy in 2006, my status as a foodie became official – I was CRAZY for real, natural, straight-from-the-garden-to-my-plate cuisine. While most of my friends were sleeping/watching Italian MTV during early Saturday mornings, I was at the market. In my glory. Trying to learn how to say “eggplant” in Italian. (It’s “melanzane,” which translates to “crazy apple,” FYI.) All of the farmers became my best buds, and although we could barely communicate through words, when our eyes met over bright, radiant red tomatoes as big as my head, we spoke the same delicious language.

Now that I’m on my own here in the DC area, my life still revolves around food. I am always talking about food, writing about food, shopping for food, or talking and writing about shopping for food. I drag my fiance, Matt, to every single farmers market I can find (the one Saturday morning that we slept too late and missed the one in our neighborhood, I cried) and spend most of my days dancing around in my new kitchen, attempting to re-create my mother’s masterpieces and create ones of my own.

When I’m not cooking, baking, eating or talking about cooking, baking or eating, I’m probably out exploring/getting lost around DC., drinking way too many glasses of sangria on our balcony, or wandering aimlessly down the aisles of Whole Foods and Trader Joe’s.

Thank you for stopping by. I hope to assume the role of the great Italian women in my life, and never leave you without a good laugh and full stomach!


Anne Marie 🙂

Hungry for more? (I know I’m addicting.) I also write about my DC adventures at


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