That’s the first thing I thought of when I sent the invite for Easter Dinner. Growing up, we hosted festive Easter dinners with cousins, aunts, and uncles—so I’m used to lively holiday tables and the ruckus cousins make when together.

I don’t believe in bland burgers. This espresso-infused grill salt brings real flavor, simple ingredients, and big results to every bite.

Italians don’t wait for tomorrow to eat gelato.

This easy chicken dinner was shared with us by friends and quickly became a favorite. With Mamina’s Garlic Herb Salt with parsley, you only need one simple seasoning to bring big, comforting flavor to the table.

A timeless combination of farm-fresh garlic, sea salt, and pepper, Nonnie’s OG Garlic Salt delivers bold flavor on its own—and shines even more when layered into your favorite dishes.

There it was. The credo of all time. A framed recipe displayed proudly. A replica of the family’s original pizza recipe—and the one ingredient Mom said never to omit. L O V E.

Could I honor my ancestors and share my Italian family traditions as I build SALTY MAMINA?

SALTY MAMINA is a love letter to the women who make home feel like home.

The Sunday Night Sandwich — The perfect way to cap off the weekend. How do you like your sandwich?

Cooking great-tasting food is easy with fresh garlic salt. Try SALTY MAMINA Garlic Salt—fresh, pure, and made with love.

An ode to Marinara

Give Mamina’s Marinara sauce a try. You can DIY it (see recipe), or scoop up Mamina’s Marinara Sauce Starter Kit.

All the flavor inside—and a little bit of clean up outside!

Mom and Nonnie. My Salty Mamina Inspo. Love you dearly.

xo,

Carla

Indulgent but fitting. A 2:00am breakfast of rice krispie treats and coffee to welcome the birth of little Violet.

A new tradition, small but mighty, with family, neighbors, and lifelong friends. 

Mom was devoted to Dad’s foodieism. So am I—it’s what inspired me to create Armando’s garlic salt.

How'd I do?

Mom’s square pizza was easy to hold. The flop was in the middle. I held my slice like a goblet and ate from the edge.

Dad—entrusted in Mamina's arms—voyaged the great divide between Sicily and the Island of Hope.

We treat sauce like liquid gold. None gets tossed—not even the thick paste left on the inside of the pot after the simmer.

With love and together from the heart, Salty Mamina is born. We’ve reimagined our family’s garlic recipe to pay homage to my Italian heritage.