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.
(008) Little rituals and using your nice things
(008) Little rituals and using your nice…
(008) Little rituals and using your nice things
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.