![]() By the end of my sophomore year, I had taken up a tepid but steady affair with my Italian TA, Connor.Ĭonnor was a senior and New England blueblood who had family in Italy. The next semester I was studying Italian, a requirement to complete my major. Within three weeks, I became an art history major. Two semesters of college finally came into focus. On that first day of class, when the lights dimmed in the auditorium and the first slide came up, a Greek frieze from Corinth circa 300 BC, I found myself spellbound. John Paoletti, a world-renowned Italian Renaissance scholar. Nor had I planned to leave Wesleyan and its sleepy college town along the Connecticut River, except that I had stumbled into an Art History 101 class at the end of a difficult freshman year. It was the big-picture plan of my life as I could see it, even if I had, as yet, no specific road map as to how to achieve it. I had wanted to be an actor since I remember being conscious. The only grand plan I had at the time was becoming a professional actor after college. I was just happy in anticipation of the first bite. That what I had in the bag was as common as ketchup in America or, more to the point, a doughnut. I didn’t know yet that a version of this bar existed on every street corner in Italy. One plain, one with cream filling, and one filled with marmalade. Three different cornetti in a bag for the road. I went up to the pastry case, put my hand on the warm glass, and then pointed like a preverbal child when the barista asked what I wanted. It was teeming with morning patrons downing espresso and eating cornetti. In the terminal, I got my first sounds and smell of an Italian bar. My exchange program from Wesleyan University to Syracuse University in Florence had begun. I was twenty years old, and it was my very first time abroad. I exited the plane in Rome, jet-lagged with a gaggle of fellow college coeds headed for customs and immigration, my passport in hand. From Scratch is for anyone who has dared to reach for big love, fought for what mattered most, and those who needed a powerful reminder that life is.delicious. “Locke’s raw and heartfelt memoir will uplift readers suffering from the loss of their own loved ones” ( Publishers Weekly), but her story is also about love, finding a home, and chasing flavor as an act of remembrance. In Sicily, it is said that every story begins with a marriage or a death-in Tembi Locke’s case, it is both. All along the way she reflects on her and Saro’s romance-an incredible love story that leaps off the pages. ![]() In the Sicilian countryside, she discovers the healing gifts of simple fresh food, the embrace of a close knit community, and timeless traditions and wisdom that light a path forward. ![]() Where once Tembi was estranged from Saro’s family, now she finds solace and nourishment-literally and spiritually-at her mother-in-law’s table. Eventually, they reconciled with Saro’s family just as he faced a formidable cancer that would consume all their dreams.įrom Scratch chronicles three summers Tembi spends in Sicily with her daughter, Zoela, as she begins to piece together a life without her husband in his tiny hometown hamlet of farmers. They built a happy life in Los Angeles, with fulfilling careers, deep friendships, and the love of their lives: a baby girl they adopted at birth. However, the couple, heartbroken but undeterred, forged on. ![]() There was just one problem: Saro’s traditional Sicilian family did not approve of his marrying a black American woman. It was love at first sight when actress Tembi met professional chef, Saro, on a street in Florence. This Reese Witherspoon Book Club Pick and New York Times bestseller is “a captivating story of love lost and found” ( Kirkus Reviews) set in the lush Sicilian countryside, where one woman discovers the healing powers of food, family, and unexpected grace in her darkest hours. Now a limited Netflix series starring Zoe Saldana! ![]()
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