Growing up above a pizza parlor and sandwich shop in Philadelphia, our lives were always filled with the fragrance of food.
Our Italian father, Sam, sang, hummed and whistled away the hours behind the counter or tending the grille, always smiling and eager to fix you something to eat.
Kitty, our lovely Irish mother, made a delicious traditional pot roast every Sunday but also cooked a succulent spaghetti dinner every Thursday of our lives.
Food is our business. It’s in our blood. We spend hours reminiscing about great meals, fabulous restaurants or pouring over cookbooks. We grow our own tomatoes and herbs. We bake bread, twist pretzels, sculpt cakes and shake a mean martini.
Join us in our celebration of food as we cook our way through the days and nights. If you’re good, we’ll let you lick the spoon.
Donna and Jim De Rosa, Rogue Cooks






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