My mother was the first person you called for a recipe (a cup of onions, garlic, dont forget the pinch of sugar) and the last one you called at night when you just couldnt sleep (a cup of hot water with lemon, lavender oil, magnesium pills). She knew the exact ratio of olive oil to garlic in any recipe, and she could whip up dinner from three pantry items, easy. She had all the answers. I, on the other hand, have none of them, and now I no longer have her.

One Italian Summer by Rebecca Serle