May 18, 2023Liked by Giulia Scarpaleggia, Tommaso Galli
I love this kind of toothsome pasta (and that last photo, I can taste it through the screen). But it's especially meaningful hearing you tell it through the eyes of Tommaso and Bianca, to see him with the baby pink skin against his Nonna's browned body, I see and feel so much about this part of the world. And it makes me miss raising my babies in this way, in the old world, near their grandmother's cookings and soft arms and lore. Thank you for this.
In Italy often extended families are a safe net that take care of what the public system can't do. I don't know how I would manage to keep up with what we're doing if I didn't have my mum next-door taking care of Livia when we work, when she is not at daycare.
And it was exactly the same with Tommaso, and with me. I am still living next-door to my nonna, who's turning 95 in September, and I feel this is a great, precious gift. Seeing my daughter shelling fava beans and peas with her is heartwarming.
lucky, lucky, lucky. This warms my heart. This summer and fall we were living next door to my in-laws, in their tiny Hungarian village, and that was the daily scene. My son running to the garden proudly pulling buckets of potatoes and carrots out to haul into their Nagymama for soup, and both my kids peeling pears on tiny stools next to her, prepping cakes and pies. I miss it so, every day. It felt so very right, and how family life was always meant to be. This is something deeply missing in America (or our America)--this multi-generational living.
May 17, 2023Liked by Tommaso Galli, Giulia Scarpaleggia
Oh, this was a special entry! Thank you for sharing and for sparking an involuntary Madeleine moment!! 💭
Memories are flooding back... Both my parents were pharmacists. Dad was a curry man and if you visited the pharmacy at lunch time there would often be an inviting tang of curry in the air. Mum was a fantastic cook and was a particularly good baker. Amongst many dishes, she made a wonderful moist minced beef & corn pie with a sour cream topping and a firm pastry base. I’ve not been bold enough to cook it myself — perhaps it’s time...
I can almost smell your memories, they are so vivid! thank you so much for sharing them. And yes, I'd give a try to your mum's minced beef & corn pie. It might take you a couple of trials to get there, but it will be again like traveling through time!
May 18, 2023Liked by Giulia Scarpaleggia, Tommaso Galli
My grandma also made a rough pasta dough. She used only her rolling pin and a knife and her ravioli were thick and chewy and they were the best ravioli I’ve ever eaten. I’m sorry Bianca never got to meet Livia but my faith tells me she is watching over her from above❤️
Thank you for always keeping alive the memory of my loved ones ❤️
we are one family ❤️
I love this so much; thank you for sharing.
thank you so much Liliane. Sharing our memories is a way to preserve them and keep them alive.
I love this kind of toothsome pasta (and that last photo, I can taste it through the screen). But it's especially meaningful hearing you tell it through the eyes of Tommaso and Bianca, to see him with the baby pink skin against his Nonna's browned body, I see and feel so much about this part of the world. And it makes me miss raising my babies in this way, in the old world, near their grandmother's cookings and soft arms and lore. Thank you for this.
In Italy often extended families are a safe net that take care of what the public system can't do. I don't know how I would manage to keep up with what we're doing if I didn't have my mum next-door taking care of Livia when we work, when she is not at daycare.
And it was exactly the same with Tommaso, and with me. I am still living next-door to my nonna, who's turning 95 in September, and I feel this is a great, precious gift. Seeing my daughter shelling fava beans and peas with her is heartwarming.
lucky, lucky, lucky. This warms my heart. This summer and fall we were living next door to my in-laws, in their tiny Hungarian village, and that was the daily scene. My son running to the garden proudly pulling buckets of potatoes and carrots out to haul into their Nagymama for soup, and both my kids peeling pears on tiny stools next to her, prepping cakes and pies. I miss it so, every day. It felt so very right, and how family life was always meant to be. This is something deeply missing in America (or our America)--this multi-generational living.
Oh, this was a special entry! Thank you for sharing and for sparking an involuntary Madeleine moment!! 💭
Memories are flooding back... Both my parents were pharmacists. Dad was a curry man and if you visited the pharmacy at lunch time there would often be an inviting tang of curry in the air. Mum was a fantastic cook and was a particularly good baker. Amongst many dishes, she made a wonderful moist minced beef & corn pie with a sour cream topping and a firm pastry base. I’ve not been bold enough to cook it myself — perhaps it’s time...
I can almost smell your memories, they are so vivid! thank you so much for sharing them. And yes, I'd give a try to your mum's minced beef & corn pie. It might take you a couple of trials to get there, but it will be again like traveling through time!
My grandma also made a rough pasta dough. She used only her rolling pin and a knife and her ravioli were thick and chewy and they were the best ravioli I’ve ever eaten. I’m sorry Bianca never got to meet Livia but my faith tells me she is watching over her from above❤️
I believe the same. Livia has two guardian angels: her nonna, Lucia, and her great-grandmother Bianca. ❤️