Where are recipes from?
When I first came to London as an 18 year old, I was so homesick for my grandmother’s cooking that I seemed to stay alive by eating nothing but Lindt Chocolate. I would call home crying that the food in London tastes plastic. And I was so surprised to see the large variety of vegetables, as back home we just ate seasonal vegetables and fruit and fish. I didn’t know how to cook anything other than pasta. When I would get very homesick, I would call my grandmother and ask her how to cook Spaghetti Bolognese or Lasagne or simply how to grill vegetables. She would never tell me to use 100g or 1kg or 10oz – she would say: “Chop some red onions and fry them little bit in olive oil, then add some nice minced meat, parsley, a bit of red wine, some spices and then add tomatoes and cook until it is all well combined. Then taste it and see if it needs anything”…… As you can imagine, it wasn’t as easy as she made it sound. When I would ask how much a bit is, she would say, “not too much”….So my choice was very big. Lots of recipes were passed down over the phone and they became my recipes, as I would always add something to it… When visiting home, then I was always interested to learn how to make homemade Italian food since that was what I longed for so much.