I remember vividly the time I was in a small village in the heart of southern Italy. I was in a small town in Calabria and it was mid morning - nearing lunch time (which is when you enjoy your largest meal of the day - followed by a siesta of course). We'd had a busy morning and my brioche and espresso for breakfast some four hours prior and certainly worn off.
I was getting hungry.
I remember travelling around the town visiting the village elders when we stopped by one ladies house and was invited inside (because of course she knew my husbands parents) - so we talked (ok, I listened) but I was overcome by the most amazing aroma from the kitchen. In small villages, the houses are small too. We were sitting in the kitchen/dining room/lounge room. I could see the little pot bubbling away on the stove, and I could no longer sit in silence. I commented how beautiful the smell of her sauce was cooking. Before I knew, she had scooped up a small spoon on a plate, next to some crusty bread and put it in front of me.
I relished it and cannot describe in words how delicious this sauce was. We couldn't communicate with words, but her expression at my enjoyment of the food that she had cooked was enough!
Before we left that town on the next leg of our journey, that same lady travelled to where we were staying and passed me this note. The recipe to that very same sauce. I only remembered I had it whilst reading this book! It's been sitting idle in my cupboard for over 5 years! Now I just need to translate it and get to making it!
What's happening at your house? Stop by Lou's to join in the fun xx