Sometimes I do think of ways of getting food out of my mind. Shouldn’t I also be interested in fashion like most girls are, or gardening or God knows what but just something entirely different?
I know my Italian heritage certainly doesn’t help. Growing up in Italy means that since childhood you are bombarded with messages that good food is paramount. You are also encouraged to eat new foods all the time and made to eat with the family every day of the week so that you can share the same meals and sharpen your palate from a young age.
Italians love to talk about food, in fact it is their favourite topic of conversation; children in the playground recall what they had for dinner the night before whether adults have animated discussions about how to make a good pasta sauce or how the perfect minestrone should taste like. I have seen many times during family gatherings, my relatives quarreling about how to make good wine or which places to source the best foods from.
But you see for an Italian talking about food also means talking about their own region and traditions: different regions have different soils, different climates and therefore agricultural products can differ just like their food. Same foods are also called differently in different regions.
Italians are proud of their food. They love it, I mean they really do and Italian life focuses on good food, tradition, family and community life.
I took these photos at a food fair in Italy. I loved the taste of these big fat olives!
Well then again I sit back and think – shouldn’t my children share in such a fine heritage and culture and there I am again cooking in the kitchen and thinking about, you guessed it more food! And so I think again why not indeed!! Buon appetito.