Sharing food is one of the purest human acts.

Food has always been an integral part of Stanley Tuccis life: fromstracciatellasoup served in the shadow of the Pantheon, tomarinarasauce cooked between scene rehearsals and costume fittings, to home-made pizza eaten with his children before bedtime.

Now, inWhat I Ate in One YearTucci records twelve months of eatingin restaurants, kitchens, film sets, press junkets, at home and abroad, with friends, with family, with strangers, and occasionally just by himself.

Ranging from the mouth-wateringly memorable to the comfortingly domestic and to the infuriatingly inedible, the meals memorialised in this diary are a prism for him to reflect on the ways his life, and his family, are constantly evolving. Through food he marksand mournsthe passing of time, the loss o