This Sunday · No. 04 Food & Tradition

Protected: Pasta Alla Norma, a Dish Worthy of an Opera

Whenever I’m back in Sicily, every Sunday we go to my mother-in-law’s house for lunch. It’s a tradition. No matter what happened that week, Sunday means showing up…

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The strapline, and the whole idea

Slow Down. Look Closer.

Every Sunday, one ordinary thing from Sicily: a word, a dish, a doorway, followed all the way down into history, language and myth. A Mediterranean island that sits as close to Africa as it does to Italy, shaped by Arabs, Romans and Normans alike.

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Not an influencer.
A friend who noticed.

I was born in London, to an Algerian father and a British mother, and lived the way London tells you to: always moving, never quite arriving. At eighteen I went to Algeria. At twenty-one, Jordan. At thirty-two I finally stopped, in Sicily, and found the thing I'd been chasing without a name.

Then the island surprised me: Arabic words hiding in the dialect, markets that felt like Amman, flavours I already knew. The more I looked, the more I found. This blog is what I found.

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