Italians Don’t Play Around with Food

Italians don’t play around with food. . .

And most families know how to throw down a good party, full of food and wine. Massi and I curate very intimate, small-scale experiences that allow friends and visitors to experience a more authentic Italian culinary adventure. Imagine going to a lunch at someone’s beautiful countryside family home. They welcome you with open arms, bottles of wine, and wafts of the most tantalizing smells of herbs, garlic, and the Italian lunch stewing on the stove. They tell you it’s wild boar stew, or cinghiale in umido (the best you will ever have), all the while talking to you like they do to their friends about how the wild boar was shot in the woods right outside the house, and go into details about how the male and old wild boars are not as good to eat. What I love about living in Italy vs. my NY hometown is that people talk about food all the time. They go into intimate detail over it. Because their hands made it, grew it, killed it, sourced it, cured it, artisaned it. Life stays close to the source, and it stays real. And grounded.