We’ve come to a fair few of these grandmothers through friends of friends. Fina came through our good pal Stefano. Over the course of a few weeks and months, we’d managed to contact Fina’s niece (texting her in our broken Italian), who then went back and forth between Fina and her own daughter to pin down a recipe and date on which we could visit her.
Eventually we set out to road trip through Sicily across two weeks in September, three grannies in our diary. So excited were we for our granny hat-trick, that the night before meeting Fina, upon landing in Palermo, we set out for aperitivos. One negroni led to another and while one of us didn’t make it home until 5 a.m., the other didn’t make it back to the hotel at all.
