Back of a restaurant. Gordes, France

It all started many years ago in my Italian Grandmother's Connecticut kitchen...

I was three and couldn't stuff the 20 pound Thanksgiving turkey perfectly so I did the most logical thing. I threw it on the floor. My father stood by and laughed, knowing I could quite possibly have a career as a chef someday. It's true what they say, most chefs are quite temperamental - and a tad dysfunctional.

My illustrious cooking career began when I attended and almost immediately dropped out of culinary school. I went on to apprentice in some impressive kitchens on the East coast, eventually running a few of them, found my way to San Francisco and never looked back. I'm still personal chef to several wonderful individuals and families here in the city.

I share a piece of San Francisco real estate with my two young daughters, a lactose intolerant husband, one cat and two rescue dogs from Taiwan.

I take all photos on this site unless noted otherwise.