The table, whether it’s in the kitchen, set beautifully in the dining room, or in the backyard for a summer soiree, is where we come to share life, family, friends and above all food.

My mother, born in Sicily, always set hers with a beautiful tablecloth, a vase or two of flowers from the garden and, of course, a bottle of wine for lunch and dinner.

I love to set a beautiful table too and it always starts with a tablecloth, most of the time, its one of hers..