by Andrea Weigl

I've written before about how I don't often judge cooking contests anymore. I could probably judge four to six contests a month if I accepted all the invitations I receive. But I have a preschooler and want to be home with her after work and on the weekends. (Well, most of the time anyway.) But when the Sons of Italy called, I could not refuse.

The Sons of Italy is a national organization for men and women of Italian descent in the United States. The Triangle chapter was holding a "Chopped"-style competition between two members and asked me to judge. What wooed me? I would be tasting food that I can't order at an Italian restaurant and wouldn't be able to taste unless I traveled to Italy.

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