Nonna, what are we eating today? On a usual Saturday morning in my teens, Nonna was up early, making home made
I spent my Friday morning in the kitchen creating new recipes as I do every Friday, and this particular morning as I wiped the bench a wave of deep emotion and gratitude moved over me. I remained paralysed at the bench and my eyes welled with tears. What is going on I asked myself? I sat with it and let myself feel this emotion. And then as quickly as it came it left and I was left with a deep sense of gratitude. I get to spend every Friday doing what brings me joy, what fills my soul and nourishes my heart.