It’s Sunday. We can leave our hectic week behind and contemplate a ray of sunlight filtering through the trees and gleaming on the glasses laid on the table. We are surrounded by the familiar sounds of cutlery, people talking and laughing; the smell of freshly mown grass. We are home. The meat is on the grill; the smell fills the whole room. Red, white, sparkling… wine is always there –by the bottle or by the glass to please every taste. We wait for the grill to do its work among jokes and laughters while tasting our starters: refined cold cuts and cheeses, some fried “coccoli”… all familiar tastes.

The meat finally arrives from the grill in the middle of a toast. The children are already eating what mum has prepared for them: a burger for the youngest one and stuffed pasta for the eldest girl, but they are also willing to try the “big dish” because the grown-ups’ stuff is always fascinating, isn’t it? The meal ends with a sweet dessert or an ice-cream brought by a friend, he who has a sweet tooth.