Our Roots, Our Bonds, Our Family…. A Walk Through The Past of Simpler Times With Fond Memories. Buongiorno from Italy! I recently had the pleasure of spending a few days in Durazzano, a province of Benevento Italy, and the town where my grandparents were born and raised. It is also the town where my mamma and sister were born. So much has changed through the years but my childhood memories will remain forever. My family and I would drive from Naples to Durazzano to spend weekends with my grandparents - a place where families lived, worked, and laughed together, through all their challenges. For whatever reason, memories tend to become sweeter and more meaningful to us as time goes by. As I walked through these streets, I began reminiscing about how my grandfather would weave baskets for a living, an ancient art. Or when he would bake beans in the wood burning oven and while they were cooking, he would pick onions from the garden, clean and peel them, and then use the layers of the onion as a spoon to eat the beans. My grandmother would always bake fresh bread in the same oven and lunch was sometimes simply, freshly baked bread with extra virgin olive oil and salt - the most amazing meal ever! Memories of my grandmother and I waking in the early morning to the local farmer with tin cups in our hands to fill with warm fresh milk directly from the cow. Memories that always bring a smile to my face and that are endless, amazing, and will never to be forgotten - I feel so blessed to have them. This is what our Culinary Traveling Genes Adventures are about - sharing family traditions and creating memories. Here are some pictures of the town ❤️ #durazzano #italy🇮🇹 #memoriesforlife #childhoodmemories #traditions #italiantradition #keepingmemoriesalive https://www.instagram.com/p/CgKWqKrMn3S/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
