For me it was sheer pleasure, unlike that of my parents, the effort and fatigue of cultivating the soil; water, seeds, sweat and dirty hands.

 

An effort that would be rewarded when we reaped the harvest.

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I liked to watch my mum and grandmother in the kitchen, cooking, satisfied and content with the produces gained from the land by hard work and divine intervention.

 

I so enjoyed taking in the fragrances, always trying to guess what was boiling in the pot.

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Savouring the aromas, the fragrances, the love.

 

I liked to ponder on all the labours contained in the joy of lunches and dinners in my home, they were always accompanied by a good dose of laughter and above all by a good glass of wine produced by my grandfather, who never missed an opportunity to boast of the beautiful colour he had managed to obtain from the juicy grapes.

 

Of course, I liked to drink this too, without my mother's consent.

 

But most of all, I liked to observe the transformation of raw ingredients and the Cura and attention to detail. And all the while, I was cultivating a dream.

 

Today the dream has a name CURA, the paradigm of Love: for this earth, its fruits, and its people.

 

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The Chef,

Massimo Raimondo