Laura Moretti
Laura Moretti was the second of four daughters and grew up with her sisters in a close, companionable atmosphere in the countryside between Pitigliano and Sorano. She remembers cooking on her own for the first time at around sixteen, making roast chicken and potatoes under her grandmother’s guidance, and growing up in a busy household of seven, later sharing a wrought-iron bed with her grandmother after her grandfather passed away. Born in Pitigliano in 1950, she later moved to the countryside near Santa Rosa, where life revolved around farming: she and her sister Anna would prepare polenta before heading out to graze sheep all day, taking with them a simple tomato sauce they called “sugo finto”.

Laura on her wedding day
Despite the hard work, she recalls constant laughter with her sisters, including childhood squabbles like melting chocolate on a hot polenta lid and arguing over it. Meals at home were simple but filling—tagliatelle with a sauce made from chicken giblets, gnocchi with rabbit, vegetable soups, acquacotta, and panzanella—while her mother, who had learned a more refined style of cooking through work as a nanny, also brought in dishes like fried courgette flowers and roast pork with herbs. The family lived off the land, raising animals and growing their own food, heating the house with wood they cut themselves and cooking on a stove that also warmed the home; in winter they even used a traditional bed warmer, known as a “prete”, a metal container filled with hot embers that was placed under the blankets to heat the bed before sleeping.
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At home, looking through her wedding album
Laura married at eighteen in 1968 and moved in with her in-laws, a challenging time balanced by fond memories of her husband’s grandfather. Together with her husband, she later helped grow their farm, focusing on legumes and travelling across Italy in search of traditional seeds, inspired by agricultural programmes.
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Cutting the wedding cake with her husband
Now 76, she reflects on how much has changed—while life is more comfortable, she feels something of the old sense of community and humanity has been lost. She still cooks the dishes she grew up with—pici, tortelli, gnocchi, and ragù—and her home remains warm, welcoming, and full of family life.
