Mélanie grew up in Charleroi, lulled by the smell of simmering tomato sauce and greasy chips. From what she’s been told about her native country, she understands that it’s ‘the most beautiful country in the world’. What she knows of it is a mosaic of caricatural images she heard, coming from a mainstream vision of Italy. She doesn’t really speak Italian, but she’s certain that a powerful and intense bond links her to this land of sunshine and olive oil. Something tells her that the slight sadness that gets hold of her here might find comfort there. Tonight is the eve of the ceremony celebrating the 10th anniversary of her Nonno’s death and Mélanie is nervous. She is trying to cook for the guests a tomato sauce following her Nonna Anna’s emblematic recipe. Invited into her kitchen, we witness a true culinary, musical and emotional bubbling. Leaning against Mélanie’s kitchen’s oilcloth, we discover the place her origins play in her life: her passion for everything Italian, her admiration for her Nonna and her unwavering loyalty to her community.