In Italy, almost every 20-something from the south lives in a central or northern city to study or work. We bask in our independence, but sometimes we cannot help but feel a little bit of nostalgia for our family and roots—nothing that cannot be resolved by a cenetta tranquilla among friends.
It’s just a casual dinner we have every so often to celebrate our underpaid life as students and interns fuorisede. There’s a ton of appetizers, followed by a primo piatto, a dessert and wine, a lot of wine.
Last Friday we were all excited because my mom had just sent me the pacco da giù, a survival kit for when times get rough. I usually receive il pacco every two or three months and it contains a varied range of homemade goods, from pickled vegetables to ready-made pasta sauces, biscuits, meat and the fantastic, delicious, unique mozzarella di bufala, which is basically the Beyoncé of dairy foods. If you ever have the chance to taste it, you will probably hear your taste buds singing Crazy in Love and asking for more.