Around her tables there is never uneasiness, awkwardness and that stiffness that sometimes it’s felt when meeting new people. ![]() At their house there are always “ospiti” (guests), fun, corky, nice people, who like me I believe are attracted not only by Lori’s cooking but by her energy. She has a gift for bringing people together, (the more the better) always around beautiful tables. She effortlessly, in minutes, would put together the most wonderful feasts unplanned and stress free, simply with anything she had available in the kitchen and garden. Lori, with her beautifully natural grey hair, big heart warming smile, soft spoken voice and delicious cooking, always made her house feel like a safe space, free from tensions, from rules, filled with serendipity and good food. Don’t get me wrong all the above were great incentives, but when I look back, I realize that what really made me feel at ease, just as if I was in my own home, was Lori. That feeling didn’t come from the gelato in the little town’s square, nor from the trampoline in their garden where Lori’s daughter Micky and I spent endless hours on and not from their Newfoundland puppy that smelled like chocolate and loved eating watermelon. There was no pit, no anxiety, no stomach aches, no imaginary story crafted the night before to decline the invite, it was actually quite the opposite, the idea of spending a night or two there felt quite freeing. There was something extremely uncomfortable about being stuck in someone else’s home, but sleeping over at the De Mori’s, in their restored country house “all’Impruneta”, was a totally different story. ![]() I was one of those few kids which would get a pit in their stomach just at the idea of “sleepovers”.
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