A new chapter is about to begin, metaphorically and physically…
After wondering for a while if there is still space out there for another food blog to be added to the list; I came to the conclusion that: yes, there still is space for me, and for anybody else who still has new stories or ingredients to talk about and share with others.
I grew up in the Italian countryside, being the luckiest child in the whole world: free as a bird; playing with my sister Andrea, climbing on trees, spending time with the animals; a whole world of adventures to be discovered everyday. I had the chance to travel quite often with my family, visiting incredible places and getting to know different cultures. Today, I still consider Africa to be my second home, but I believe that other parts of me are still left in other counties of the world. I learnt how to imitate elephant’s noises or stand like a grizzly, swim with killer whales or white sharks. Mowgli should have been my nickname for what I know; but somehow my adventurous side, very much influenced by my dad (the only man in the family, who probably wished I was a boy) was mitigated by the more elegant side of my mum.
From her, I learnt to appreciate the beauty of flowers and the importance of table setting and good manners, but mostly I inherited her love for flea markets; my mum is probably the best treasure hunter I know. She just has a great eye for beautiful things: it could be a shell at the bottom of the sea, or a rare French crystal glass inside an antique shop. She would always find it.
The two very different sides of my parents somehow found a compromise in restaurants. I grew up in restaurants, with my interest for them growing at the same rate. The whole ritual of going to a restaurant is a perfect combination of elegance and adventure. It’s like a musical where waiters are ballet dancers and the food, with its cloche, or steam or incredible perfumes, is the real star of the show. My mum would look at the cutlery and table setting, whereas my dad would just order the most “adventurous” dishes on the menu, to get astonished by them.
Before we planned a trip somewhere, me and mostly my dad would do so much research in order to find the best and most interesting restaurants in the area. My mother and my sister always complained because food would become more important than the trip itself. I somehow managed to know Robuchon’s restaurants or Alain Ducass’s or the best fromagerie in Paris, but din’t quite get to visit the Tour Eiffel because: “ that’s too touristy” but I think it was just better that way.
I think that all this incredible mix helped me to be the person I am today. Food has always been my “fil rouge” and photography my ambition. I somehow portray food with my eyes first rather than with my camera. My food memory is in some ways very evolved, allowing me to remember every detail of a meal I had, even when I was a little girl.
After spending 2 years in Brussels studying graphic design and two more years in France, where I pursued my real passion for food, I realised that I could finally find a way, a cozy way to just put together all my passions – from antiques, to photography and food – a parallel universe of these wonderful things all nicely combined together. That’s how I finally decide to start my own blog, where I would share anything that inspires me and hopefully will inspire you as well…