I come from a Venetian family where the imperative of every meal was to create the perfect bite. For my mamma, it meant getting up at five in the morning, while my five siblings and I were still asleep, to make homemade tortellini filled with a minced paste of delicious sopressa, parmigiano cheese, nutmeg, bread crumbs, parsley, eggs, and milk. The dough sat under a ceramic bowl for a bit before she rolled it out by hand, cut it in small circles, filled them with the paste, and finally shaped each one into a perfect delicious bite. With nine people seated around the table at every meal, we enjoyed the music—‘Mmm, che buono! Perfetto! Mamma mia! Delizioso!’—as well as the food.