"It was the dawning of the 20th century. Like every year, the whole Raciti family gathered underneath the shade of the canopy formed by the vine’s shoots and leaves, at the courtyard of the old farm on the slopes of Mount Etna. The bright red tomatoes just harvested gleamed under the first sunrays, while the fire beneath the cauldron sputtered and spat. Everything was ready for the long-awaited yearly ritual of preparing sauce.
Tradition and Family. Because we are today the fruit of what we were in the past. And so will we be, remembering that past forever! The Raciti Family