My name is Marnie Mead and I’m a Meadball. That’s the name my brothers and sister and I had growing up. On long car rides we’d debate what went into a Meadball – equal parts crazy, daring, smart, and adventurous. I started cooking when I was 9 and one of our neighbors taught me how to make bread (I didn’t have hands for the piano). We’d pick berries in the summer – “Watch out of the bears,” my Dad would warn – and then I’d make pies. Summers were filled with corn, tomatoes, zucchini (lots and lots of zucchini), berries, and ice cream. I went to Italy to visit cousins when I was 14, and learned to fry zucchini flowers, make pesto, homemade pasta, peach pies, and cook with olive oil harvested from the family’s land. Since then, I’ve learned to cook the native specialties of my travels – whether it’s bistecca Florentine in Italy, baklava in Greece, madelines from Paris, paella from Spain, or pork chops in Illinois. Living in Erie means a bounty of fruits and vegetables from mid-June through mid-November. I blog about the Lake Erie region’s plentiful harvest on Meadballs, but I’ll also be making farm-to-table dinners for sale starting in July.
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