Papà Riccardo’s Favourite Soup

A gentle bowl from a gentleman. This was one of the few recipes my dad would make himself. He wasn’t usually the one in the kitchen, but when he was, it was always for something simple and comforting. He made it without ceremony, but always with care.

Purple broccoli, a spoonful of ricotta, pastina and a drizzle of olive oil. That was it. I don’t think he ever measured a thing. But somehow, it always came out tasting just right. I remember the way he’d ladle it out slowly, as if it