So today my boyfriend and I shared our 1 year anniversary-I know, I know, I’ll keep the sap to a minimum. Anyway, I brought ingredients to make an apple pie with me when I drove up to visit him (He’s still in college, my youngling little boyfriend).
We chose to make the pie at one of his fraternity houses, affectionately named “Maple Light” because it is a smaller, albeit cleaner version of it’s neighbor, “Maple.” Well, cooking there was an experience- amidst hungover frat boys who were pleasantly surprised to find the aroma of apple pie wafting through the house.
Food is the epicenter of my family's universe. Not to sound like one of those cheesy bios from the side of a cheap wine box, but the Ricco's have cultivated generations and generations of recipes and fond memories gathered around the dining room table. 
