The Good Kitchen isn’t a slogan. It’s good people with a great heart.

Some encounters don’t need a calendar invite.

After years of emails, crossed paths and shared stories from a distance, on Sunday I finally bumped into Danny McCubbin in Mussomeli. No big plan. No formal appointment. I just saw him, stopped the car, jumped out and hugged him like an old friend.

Then I disappeared again. Work to do. Three hours walking around town, meeti…