I come from a country where everything revolves around food. Family. Business. Life! We would never choose a sandwich for lunch, when we can have a dish of tasty pasta and a glass of wine. We believe that food nurtures the soul.
My grandmother used to spend her days growing amazingly tasty vegetables in her bright, sunny garden then work into the night cooking them in so many different ways, I can barely count them. From her I got the passion, the love for the ingredients and for the methods used to transform them into memorable dishes. From her I got the attitude towards cooking, never considering it a chore, but actually finding joy and satisfaction in every single ribbon of home made tagliatelle. As a child, I remember standing on a small stool, with a mini wooden chopping board my grandfather made for me, cutting fresh herbs for minestrone, or gnocchi dough to deep fry in fantastic olive oil.
I am truly convinced that food brings happiness, especially if you put love and effort into choosing the finest ingredients. In Italy, food is sometimes considered a therapy. Not as in “Bridget Jones’ Diary”, but more like “my big, fat, Greek wedding”. We consider cooking a pleasure. I remember my Grandmother’s favourite statements: ”I’ll make some tagliatelle, it only takes 10 minutes” and “if you don’t have leftovers, it means that you didn’t prepare enough food”. This is what I do, I put love and passion into food to create an unforgettable experience.