11/08/2026
What I loved most about today wasn’t just the passata — it was watching three generations working together in the street, each one knowing exactly what needed to be done.
🍅 Passata day in Sicily! 🇮🇹
Today I woke at 06:00 to a house full of smoke; my first thought was that there was another wildfire close to the town. I sent Conor out to walk the dog while I fed the puppies. He came back to report that our little street had been turned into a full-scale tomato production line.
Three generations, two families, enormous pots, crates and crates of bottles, buckets everywhere and enough tomato passata being made to see both families through the entire year.
There was something so lovely about watching the three generations working side by side — traditions and knowledge being passed down without anyone really needing to explain it. Everyone simply has their job, and everyone gets stuck in.
Of course, I had to call my adopted mamma back in Veneto to tell her what was happening. After many years of watching these Italian traditions in the north, here I am in Sicily, standing in the middle of the street watching an enormous cauldron of tomato sauce boiling away. 😂❤️
This is one of the things I’m falling in love with here. The street isn’t just somewhere you walk or drive through — it becomes an extension of the home. People cook, work, talk, laugh and help one another right outside their doors.
Three generations. Two families. One street. And enough passata for a year. 🍅❤️🇮🇹
ps. I used AI to add the text over the top of the photo ;)
