There are parts of ourselves we only understand when we stop moving.

For years, my life has been about rhythm, discipline, performance and constantly chasing the next moment. But somewhere between travelling, dancing, competing and growing up far away from home, I realised that the things that shaped me most were often the quietest ones.

​A dinner table.
A kitchen full of noise.
A recipe passed down without measurements.
The feeling of being loved without needing to ask for it.

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Love, Vito

My story of food, family and finding home

was born from those memories.

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This book is not only about food.
It’s about the people, emotions and moments connected to it. The memories we carry with us wherever we go. The way home can still exist inside a smell, a taste or a single conversation.

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For almost a year, I’ve been writing, remembering and looking back at the moments that made me who I am today: from Southern Italy to stages and dance floors around the world.

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Some stories in this book made me smile.
Some were harder to write than I expected.

But every page comes from something real.

I wanted this book to feel personal. Honest. Warm. Like being invited into my world for an evening.

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I truly can’t wait for you to read it, cook from it, and step into my world: a world made of passion, hard work, family, joy… and, of course, amazing food.​

Love,   

Vito