10/04/2026
For years I have wanted to curate a trip to Italy for those longing for an adventure. The Wandering Table was created to host excursions wherever your heart may desire.
Our first stop: Greve in Chianti, Italy. It does not disappoint. It is a privilege to be here.
We arrived on Saturday and gathered at a long table for our first dinner together:
Prosciutto-wrapped figs on persimmons with balsamic and local olive oilโจPici pasta with locally harvested wild mushrooms, clams and mussels in a local white w**e sauceโจSautรฉed rapini & Squash with its blossoms and burst heirloom cherry tomatoesโจFreshly harvested greens and radicchioโจWild Italian plum tart
Everything harvested within this week, plated and delivered to the table with a smile by the lovely Wandering Table Team.
Our guests are the most amazing group of humans. Kind, gracious, curious. We sat for hours, laughing and telling stories about what brought us here. What was the spark.
Every one of them had sat at my table before. Some many times. Some were there for the Christmas dinner I cooked the year my brother Rocco died, when gathering around food was how we held each other up.
So of course we spoke his name. Many times.
In this ancient country, among the whispers of so many who came before us, it felt right. The ancient Egyptians believed a personโs name was part of their soul, and that speaking it aloud kept their spirit alive. I believe that too.
Every time we say his name at the table, Rocco is with us.