My cooking story is a bit different from other chefs. I didn’t study at cooking school. My background is totally another story. I learned cooking skills at home, as I always helped out my mum and grandma when we had to cook for Christmas or Easter days. I sweetly remember when I helped my grandma making homemade gnocchi with my fingers. It was great. I was so happy to spend time with her, and if I close my eyes I can even remember the smell of the flour and the joyful atmosphere of those happy days of celebrations.

Then, I decided to leave my country to discover the world, and my passion for food came along with me. And here I am. During my journeys around the word I had the chance to join the hospitality industry. I found out I really enjoy cooking, and it was not something I had to do just to study languages and pay the bills. Day by day, working with my colleagues, my keen interest grew and my skills improved. Travelling gave me the chance of getting in touch with different cultures and backgrounds, which taught me new recipes and ways of cooking.

I am very happy of what I am now, and every day I thank all the people I met, because without them, I wouldn’t have followed my path. Also, they made me wiser, more professional, self confident, and more aware of myself than I would ever been.