In those moments I ate without awareness, just like all children do, without asking too many questions, living those moments in full lightness. Every weekend my mom made pizza from scratch and for me and my brother, that day was incredible special, I love it so much that joking I would said that pizza would have been my only choice in the word in case of last supper. Regularly my brother would tease me about it but, even if over the years many things have changed, food has become a source of inspiration for most of my work and pizza is always the first choice in the event of a last supper.
With the time I learned that unless you are on death row, you hardly have the chance to choose what to consume before dying, but this fascination and obsession drives us to take an interest in something that would otherwise remain irrelevant, like when we stop attending a car accident. We know it is wrong to look at it, but we cannot help but look, we are unconsciously captured, perhaps because we want to make sure everyone is safe, or because we are curious to look at death in the eye, comforting ourselves in luck that it did not has happened to us. This is exactly the concept carried in the ancient Latin motto “memento mori”, do not be afraid of death, but let’s not assume that it does not exist.