Stanley Tucci wants us to cook together again

I remember that I was standing in my kitchen alone preciseWatching dozens of strangers crazy dough on zooming. We were all there for the era of the epidemic Fermented dough The layer, beautifully fold and formation in our separate homes. It was an intimate, strange and exotic funny and a kind of movement. However, I kept thinking: I wish we were all in a big kitchen together.

This is why the scene is from the new season “” “Tucci in Italy“I knew in my throat a little. Stanley Tucci travels to the San Sebastiano Villa, a small town in Abruzo that was rebuilt from the ruins of the ground collapse in the fifties of the last century. As Tucci explains, after everything, everything was retreating around him, everything was retreating around him, everything was retreating around him, where everything was committed around him around him, where everything was around him, where everything was around him, where everything was around him, where everything was around him, where everything was around him, where everything was around him, where everything was around him, He wore it around him. bread.

“This place helped rebuild society after the terrestrial collapse, but the culture of comfort gradually means that these traditional methods have come out of preference,” Tucci notes in my voice. “Ultimately, he closed the baking oven, and the village’s social heart took with it – until Lucia came.”

Chef Lucia TilonAnd who is now tending to the oven, Tucci was told that he was cold 35 years ago. At that time, the village stopped baking bread. But more than that, stop gathering.

It did not happen once. The loaves purchased from the store were faster and easier. Why did you shoot the old collective oven when you can seize Ciabatta in the supermarket? Little by little, the rituals are tense. The neighbors stopped overlap in the oven, and they stopped switching stories while they were waiting for the dough to rise. Until the end, the oven only – there was no need. At least not to bread.

When Tilonon asked her neighbors why they didn’t return to use it, they told her: “We don’t know how.”

“In Italy?” Total request, incredible a little.

“Because today, everyone is comfortable,” Tilon said, with ignoring.

But instead of surrender, I started teaching. One after another, I invited people again. I discovered that the children were the best students – curious, not afraid and (mostly) ready to get their chaotic hands. Slowly, the heat returned.

Now, once a week, Lucia lights up the fire again. The whole village collects. Everyone brings something: a tray from doughJar from OliveBottle of vintage. They cook together. They eat together. There is flour in the air and drinks in the acrobat. Pizza On long wooden acids, laughter from stone walls. It is not a performance. It is not precious. They are just people – neighbors – they spend in the afternoon together, and rebuilding society one loaf at one time.

I watched my skeleton in Chicago, I could almost smell the smell of the crust. It was the Italian language, and architecture is clearly – but Vibi? The atmosphere could be a mass party on the street. a little roseA little music, someone cuts something warm and golden on the cutting board. This daily magic that makes you want to stay. This makes you feel that you belong.

It also made me think about something that TUCCI told me during a press interview before release, when I asked him to think about that moment in the San Sebastiano Villa. “I think cooking together is really great – as a family, with friends and certainly as a community,” he said. “We no longer do it a lot anymore.”

He continued, “We all, as you know, hide in our homes. People meet together in barbecues and all these things, but even this, it seems so, the man does the barbecue and the lady does his lame Balah. I am not a believer in this.

There is a lot of dispersed in this quote – Home and sex rolesOf course, but also a deeper thing: the fact that many of us are looking for communication, but often we forget that society is not something we are attending. It is something we build.

The epidemic reminded us of this in episodes and begins. We flocked to Enlargement Cooking lessons. We are bread banana bread. We replaced the beginners of the fermented dough like friendship bracelets. We have provided complicated meals with people in our centuries. We were alone, yes – but we also remembered something.

That is not only about proximity. It is related to participation.

Recently, I have been trying to stick to that. Not only the informal type of society – looming in one of the neighbors, chatting with Parista (Although this also matters). I mean the chaotic type, intentionally. The type of display for other places. Flour on your type.

And I will be honest: it’s difficult. We are all very convenient, as Tellone put it

But now, while we are drifting to the summer cooking season, there may be something to suggest the Shuchi: rethinking the barbecue. Instead of bringing everyone, what if we brought the button? Our sleeves rolled? Cook something side by side, bake in the oven, and the kitchen full of noise again.

Not just a meal – but a small village.