Although my parents were born and raised in Italy, homeland of home-made food, we have never been part of that patriotic club. To be together was the only important matter, as much as possible. But obviously things changed, people left, balances broke.
However, there is a recipe that I still associate to my family, something that my mother constantly cooked for dinner on Sundays: a special vegetable soup.
Nostalgia for those moments, when I could not feel anything but secure, loved, safe. The desire to experience again that emotion drives me to study the recipe, to define the dose to get the perfect and balanced reaction. Each measured, chiseled, detailed element works to build the entire project. Substances, consistences, different amounts combined to bring to life a memory, a symbol of a happy childhood.