14/10/2026
Sometimes, it’s not the food we miss, but the feeling of being together, the laughter, the conversations, and the memories made around the table with those we love and miss the most.
This week has had me thinking a lot about my Nanna and how much she is missing her greatly. I have felt her presence in so many little things lately and the icing on the cake was when I saw these carciofi (artichoke) in a little fruit stall that i randomly popped into yesterday. It had me holding back tears but smiling as I remembered such special memories of making these with her, she was such an amazing cook. The heart and soul of all our food.
So, I decided to buy them and make them for dinner last night. It was the kids’ first time trying them, and watching their pure joy as they learned how to eat this new food, listening to their conversations, and creating special memories together was something that truly warmed my heart.
In that moment, I couldn’t help but think of Nanna and how proud she would have been. 🥹❤️
It reminded me that sometimes, the most beautiful way to keep our loved ones close is to carry on their traditions, share the things they taught us, and pass a little piece of them on to the next generation.
Because long after the food is gone, it’s the love, the laughter, and the memories made around the table that stay with us forever
It’s not just about the food, but the importance of who we share it with and the people around our table. Passing on these traditions for many years to come💕💕
