Just describing them makes my mouth water
While food often remind us of the ones we love and loved, they can also trigger our endearment for a place. A holiday destination with neon vivid sunsets and appetizers of local cheeses drizzled with honey. A local café where you met your soulmate, and that just so happens to bake a decadent chocolate banana bread. Or, as my incredibly talented and artistic sister-in-law has shared, it can be your hometown, where some of your most memorable food moments were born.
Silvia is a gifted soul in many regards, and I am so blessed she has shared this story reflecting her affection for the island at the bottom of the boot. An annual tradition that has made its way from the family kitchen table in Sicily to her new home in London.
This is a story of seasonal sweets, humble autumn dinners, and baked copper.
…satisfactory but missing a key ingredient
Emily has kindly written not only one, but two stories to Feasting Hearts, both with very different dispositions. The story below has all the elements of that special dish from a favourite loved one – the anticipation when you see the ingredients out in preparation, or when you come home and it is sitting on the kitchen counter ready for tomorrows lunch. And while you can do your best to replicate it on your own, as Emily reminds us, there is often a special touch that cannot be found in even the most descriptive of recipes.