
Her Story
When Marie married into the Pizzio family, she brought the recipe with her.
It was 1937. Marie married Dominick Pizzio, and the recipe — handed down from her mother — became ours. Every Thursday. Every Sunday. Every Holiday. Without fail.
The gravy, as the East Coast Italians call it, survived World War II. It survived the long migration west to Fresno, California. It fed children, grandchildren, and the many foster children Marie and Dominick raised as their own.
Finally, we put her name on the jar.

