My mother's mother was born in Neaples and was a real super cook. She could cook anything, but her specialities were parmesan aubergine, delicious! And, of course, she got a secret recipe for a superb tomato sauce which made any kind of pasta an heavenly food!
My father's mother was an excellent cook as well. She was born in Tuscany which made her cooking a totally different thing compared to the other Grandma's, less greasy and poorer, still it was delicious! She could cook the most wonderful crostini, chicken and fried potatoes you can possibly have on earth!

Considering that my mother also is a wonderful cook, I should have inherited at least some of their skills. But none emerged till now. My only speciality is getting other people to cook for me! Oh, and I can make a good espresso!


I don't want realism. I want magic! Yes, yes, magic. I try to give that to people. I do misrepresent things. I don't tell the truth. I tell what ought to be truth (Blanche/A streetcar named desire)