our family, your table

Our Story

We're Richard and Nancy. Pizzio's started the way most good things in our family do — around a pot of gravy that's been simmering, quietly, for six generations.

We didn't invent anything. We're just the ones who decided the world outside our family shouldn't have to miss out on it.

Richard & Nancy

six generations

The hands that stirred the pot before us

This recipe didn't start in a test kitchen. It started with a grandmother, and was handed down — kitchen to kitchen, Sunday to Sunday — all the way down to us, and now to our children.

  1. First generation

    Grandma Agunste

    where it all began

  2. Second generation

    Grandma DeCesare

  3. Third generation

    Marie — Grandma Pizzio

    The face on our jar

  4. Fourth generation

    Nana

  5. Fifth generation

    YaYa

  6. Sixth generation

    Richard & Nancy

    Clovis, California · today

  7. The next generation

    Our children

    the recipe carries on

why we jar it

From our kitchen to yours

For most of those six generations, this gravy was never for sale. It was Sunday dinner. It was a holiday staple. It was the thing that got passed down instead of written down — a little more of this, a little less of that, taste it and you'll know.

Before Grandma Pizzio passed, YaYa made a recipe book to share with her newly acquired daughters-in-law. Nancy and I started cooking. 16 years later on a date night, we realized something was missing out here: the West Coast didn't have a proper gravy. Not a real one. So, we started jarring Marie's recipe, exactly as she made it, so families out here could set a place for it at their own tables.

Every jar carries Marie's photo — the one she sent to Grandpop (Dominick) Pizzio during the war. It felt right that the face who carried this recipe should be the one you see on the shelf.

Phones down. Pass the bread.