WildKitchen and the Warmth of Dining with Strangers
In 2006, I lived in Italy. I had taken a university work placement in a small village just south of Turin, in a valley nestled between the stunning Langhe hills. Upon arrival, 'fresh out of Bristol', I knew no-one but, with a breath fearlessness, I was not shy of going out alone. At that time, the Italians would often regard this, when participating as onlookers, as something a little tragic. Even at home, one must never dine alone! Fortunately, my onward experience has found me with a recurring seat at the table of friends and strangers alike, and this has remained a theme for bot...
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