By Adua Santarelli My Nonna in Porto San Giorgio, Italy, had a small farm with lots of fig trees. When I was 7 or 8, I rode my bike to the farm every day to see how quickly the figs were growing. Nonna said, “Don’t go tomorrow, they haven’t grown.” When the skin...
By Amanda Allanson I grew up on a banana plantation in Carnarvon. Because I went to boarding school at New Norcia, I recall vividly the holiday atmosphere at home. The women sat and talked while they prepared the butts (the root or bulb of the banana palm, fleshy and...
by Concetta Sultan from Cugini in Cucina Cookbook Our picnics were not a simple affair, by any means; they were an all-day affair, starting very early in the morning and ending well after dark. We’d all meet at one home, so we could head off together in a convoy of...
By Rosalba Velletri I find this project of the Food Memories quite intriguing as it made me realize that I have so many memories in relation to food, that is really hard to just pick one. Here’s a story about my Sunday Lunches. My decision to pick Sunday lunch is...
By Robyn Valli There is the existence of a lemon tree in every home garden I have known. I have many childhood memories of the huge Eureka lemon tree that grew at the back door of one of our houses. It was the biggest tree in our yard and produced so many lemons, our...
