“Life is a combination of pasta and magic” Fellini once said. So, it goes for me. The Pasta gene is profoundly embedded in my soul. I learned this art before I learned how to write, watching and sharing the kitchen with women who enjoyed both the process, and the art itself. I have some childhood
It never occurred to me, until later in life, that Frigidaire was just a name brand, and not the proper noun for the big, fat, boxy, noisy and shiny white appliance that sat in our kitchen corner for almost 30 years.
My maternal grandmother was what one would call- nowadays- a fashionista.
Living "la dolce vita" in Firenze (Florence) at the eve of WWII could have been glamorous. She took full advantage of it. Married to my grandfather, a Marshall of the Italian Army, she attended the Opera wearing the latest fashion, and purchased her shoes from Salvatore Ferragamo, who back then was just emerging as a promising shoemaker in Italy.
AL FRESCO:Adverb (al-/fres-/ko’): Dining style during the summer months in a party-like atmosphere, outside, “in the cool air”. To me, it means way more than that. These two words carry a million memories: scents, tastes, sensations and memories of people whose paths crossed mine indelibly, even if it was for a distant, faded moment in the
Things I took for granted growing up Italian, have now become treasured experiences. Flavors, smells and memories, are part of my repertoire of sensory recalls I hope to share with you.