Many years ago, on my first trip to Italy, I ended up falling in love. Not with a person, not with the food (although enjoying Italian food cooked by Italians for the first time is mind blowing in itself). I fell in love with that infections passion for life. Like many old-world countries, Italy has developed a beautiful appreciation for life which is celebrated through food, family and love. I was captivated by how they approached food, like it was second nature. They effortlessly know how to cook, what spice and herbs to use, they understand seasonality and freshness (they don’t tolerate anything else) and they know what to do with very little. This is what changed my view of life and food forever. I’ve been hooked ever since.
My journey is just a collection of stories about how I’ve tried to integrate this approach into my days. It’s now deeply embedded in my life and I really couldn’t imagine life any other way.
As much as this pains me to say, I don’t think Australia has a great food culture. Sure we have an amazing dining and take out culture, but what most of us cook at home is pretty bland. Not many Australians know what’s in season, or know the basics of what herbs and spices to use. This is a result of a food system based around efficiency, not passion.
I want to believe that there are pockets in Australia where this passion for La Dolce Vita exist. Where people are passionate about food and the life it gives us. There are people that care about where their food comes from, how it tastes, its tradition and when and why to cook it. This is what I’m searching for. I want to know how these people came to live this way, where they came from, what they do and why. I want to unearth not just the food but the human stories behind it. These stories are out there waiting to be discovered and I want to learn more, I want to experience more. I want to be inspired. This is the Searched.