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Ho conosciuto Lisa nella mia cucina, fra farina e gusci di uova, pomodoro fresco e profumo di menta.
Ci siamo conosciute a luglio, faceva caldo, io ero stanca da mezza estate di lavoro, lei entusiasta di essere in Italia e di poter cucinare con me.
Lei, americana del Maine, io locandiera italiana.
E poi è stato tutto facile. Cucinare. Conoscersi. Diventare amiche per la pelle. "Pan friends" per restare in tema.
La tristezza di doversi separare troppo presto e la promessa vaga e difficile di rivedersi un giorno.
Invece il giorno è arrivato presto con un Natale inaspettato trascorso insieme, una seconda estate, la pasqua in Puglia, ancora vacanze e poi noi nel Maine, nell'inverno più freddo del secolo, anche di quello scorso. Ma non importa. E' stato bellissimo.

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