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I was born into a time when life was simple, yet hard in its own way. 

I lived with my Grandparents, who were coming out of the shadows of the Second World War. We relied on what our hands could grow and what our animals could give. Our land was our lifeline. We grew our vegetables, raised our animals, and made everything by hand. The smell of bread rising in the old wood oven, the process of turning milk into cheese. These were not just recipes — they were lessons in life, in patience, and in pride.

I spent my childhood and my youth in this way, living and learning until I was seventeen years old. Then, I made a choice that would change my life: I moved to Rome. My mother, a talented chef, was already working there, and I joined her in the bustling kitchens of the city. It was there, by her side, that I began to dream. And that dream was simple yet bold — to share my passion for food with the world.

Slowly, step by step, that dream came true. From those early days in Rome, I climbed the path toward becoming a recognized chef, eventually finding myself featured in newspapers, standing under the bright lights, and even becoming something of a celebrity. But no matter how far I’ve come, I have never forgotten my roots, nor the lessons from the land and my family.

Today, I stand here with a full heart, grateful beyond words for the loyal support of my customers and friends. They have been the companions of my journey, the reason my dream continues to live and grow. Every plate I serve, every dish I create, carries the memory of those early days — and the endless appreciation I feel for this life I have built.

Felice Vacca — from the farm to the fame, with love and gratitude in every step.