The details that escape my attention always attract my eye. I vividly recall that the most memorable moments spent around a table were distinguished by some detail that elevated lunch or dinner, which I typically find rather mundane in itself, beyond their usual routine. Whether it was an eccentricity at its best or, at its worst, a genuine mistake, I can confidently say that imperfect tables are undeniably the most intriguing. This is, of course, provided that the decision to break the rules is deliberate, or if not, that the guest possesses impeccable taste and aesthetic sensibilities.
It’s evident that I’m referring to family gatherings, where good manners take a backseat to traditions, rituals, and the unique lexicon of our family table. The most captivating tables often reflect the personality of the host or hostess, from the colors chosen to the menu and even the conversation. In my family, eccentricities abound, ranging from extreme formalism to, as you might imagine, moments of organized chaos.
Growing up, I had the opportunity to savor both French cuisine, given that half of my family hails from there, and Italian cuisine, inherent to the other branch. Thus, it’s perfectly normal for me to feel at home with dishes like foie gras, ratatouille, onion soup, crème brûlée, and flan Parisien, just as much as with caciucco, risotto, and tiramisù. Over time, I developed a fondness for American cakes, contributing to my eclectic palate and personal awareness of taste and table etiquette.
The perfectly starched Flanders tablecloths would alternate with colorful and decidedly informal ones, complemented by mismatched silverware. Even now, as it was then, it’s the details that break the mold and capture my attention, making meals more engaging. My favorite tables are those imbued with poetry and warmth, where harmony and the joy of gathering take precedence. A certain casual elegance dictates my aesthetic, an integral part of enhancing the pleasure of sharing a meal together.
