For the longest time, dinner parties have been my favourite thing. Having people come together over a meal, particularly one that I’ve cooked, has become my go-to social arrangement. I have my family to thank for this. Growing up, my Nonna was in a constant state of preparation - the only times I remember her not cooking were when she was telling my sister and I to keep eating. My mum followed, with our house becoming the default after-school hang for me and my friends, largely thanks to the easy access to breads, cold cuts, and dips that seemed to replenish themselves. I also spent countless nights out for dinner with my dad, where we’d sit for hours chatting and playing chess.