![]() ![]() Only meeting with Leo, a young man from Rome, will change the fate of her story.ĭespite mourning, once again, in the history of this family, love and sincere relationships help bring the truth to light and strengthen the deepest bonds. Miriam, abandoned to herself, is overwhelmed by the consequences of her secret. In the background, the investigation of Betta’s murder stagnates, slowed down by prejudices and omissions. Miriam survives but, deeply affected by the trauma, reveals nothing of what happened.īetta’s body is found the next morning and right there, her family loses its center. The loss drives the Ansaldo couple further and further away, leaving behind only the memory of the couple they once were. Betta dies there, in the sand, from an asthma attack, crushed by the weight of her aggressors. Unfortunately, they never get there: they are assaulted and raped by a group of boys. At night the two girls decide to sneak away from home to reach a bonfire by sea. But nonetheless, they spend their first day of vacation together, enjoying their company and catching up. The family spends their summer holidays in Torre Domizia with their grandmother and granddaughter Miriam, daughter of Emma, and sister of Marisa.īetta and Miriam are the same age but that’s about all they have in common, just like their mothers they couldn’t be more different. In the eighties, Stelvio and Marisa Ansaldo are truly satisfied: their business is going well, they love each other deeply, their eldest son is a concert pianist who travels the world, and their daughter, Betta, is a lively and dynamic sixteen. Her parents then decide to give her to their young apprentice, Stelvio, and what was meant to be just a loveless arranged marriage, will instead become a relationship full of love and complicity. She remains pregnant with her boyfriend, who suddenly and unexpectedly leaves her. Their existence flows quietly until their second daughter, Marisa, cracks the perfect picture. The Balestrieri family has owned a grocery store near Via Merulana for generations. A story about being parents and being children about care and love that go beyond loss. To prepare real Italian pizzas with this small foodtruck and to taste them every day by so many different people.A wonderful debut that reminds one of Elena Ferrante and Donna Tartt.Ī family that tries to mend a deep tear, that over the years experiences the delicate balance of affections.Ī novel about forgetfulness, about the pain that almost suffocates the possibility of existing. ![]() “Those pizzas taste the same as in Naples”. A few days later he suddenly returned to me “Guaglio!” He called. The most beautiful compliment I recently received from an older, Neapolitan man. You work towards your goal, and if that goal has been achieved, it gives a very satisfied feeling. When I started making pizza, my goal was to make him taste as the best pizza I have ever tasted in Italy. With much love everyone can become the best pizza maker in the world. If you really have love for the dough and for the preparation of a pizza, your origin does not matter. Also they can learn, maybe it takes some extra time. A Spaniard or Brazilian can also make delicious pizzas. They grew up with pizzas and in Italy you are surrounded by pizzas throughout your life. Semplice e perfetta!ĭo you have to be Italian to make real good pizzas? And finally: the perfect pizza must be invested with fresh mozzarella and homemade tomato sauce of the best tomatoes. The perfect pizza bake you in a wood oven with a very high flame, with a temperature around 350 degrees. The temperature during raising must be average, not too cold and not too hot. That should rise at least 20 to 24 hours. My favorite pizza always stays classic Margherita! Sarrenzano is the village in Italy where I come from and the favorite pizza of most customers. Gio is an amico of us and his favorite pizza got his name. Is there a reason that you have pizzas like Amico Gio and Merlina? But she did teach me to cook, the best dish they learned to learn is lasagne. ![]() The crazy thing is that I never really made a pizza myself. For the most part, I have learned to bake pizzas. Was it your mother who taught you how to make a good pizza? My mother sent me some money from Italy to accomplish my goal and then, a year and a half ago, Margherita Tutta la Vita was a fact. I knew that I wanted to do something about it and so was the plan for a food truck. Making the best pizza has always been a passion. I worked for a boss but earned little money. Perfection is not accepted if there is nothing more to add, but when there is nothing left to take away.
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