Memory Is, Of Course, A

Indecision Is A Virus That Can Run Through An Army And Destroy Its Will To Win Or Even To Survive.

Going To Europe As A Budding Cook Opened My Eyes To Food In A Different Way. When I Got To Italy, The First Thing I Did Was Put My Little Basil Plants In The Ground And Watch Them Turn Into Big, Healthy Bushes.

I Find That Other Countries Have This Or This, But Italy Is The Only One That Has It All For Me. The Culture, The Cuisine, The People, The Landscape, The History. Just Everything To Me Comes Together There.

The Longer You Are In A Place, The More You Get Under Its Layers.

Where You Are Is Who You Are. The Further Inside You The Place Moves, The More Your Identity Is Intertwined With It. Never Casual, The Choice Of Place Is The Choice Of Something You Crave.