The news of Davide Di Corato ‘s passing – totally unexpected – took all of us in the world of food and wine and journalism by surprise.
Davide Di Corato died tragically in Sicily a few days ago, run over by a load of photovoltaic panels in front of his home in Chiaramonte Gulfi: an absurd and untimely accident that leaves everyone dismayed.
We had known each other for decades, and although we had not seen each other for long, I believe the professional esteem was mutual. A journalist and chef, Di Corato moved between pen and frying pan with a curiosity, between collaborations with trade publications and a non-trivial vision of food as culture as well as technique.
As a journalist from Milan, he had moved to Sicily a decade ago, where he was a chef. He had indeed a double soul. That of a reporter and that of a chef. But in reality they were one. He wrote as he cooked and cooked as he thought. With rigor, passion and a deep sense of reality. When I happened to cross his contributions, I appreciated his ability to tell the stories behind the dishes and the people without unnecessary complacency, with sincerity and a touch of irony.
The tragic dynamics of his death- an incredible accident that should not have happened. Reminds us how fragile and unpredictable life can be.
To those who loved him, to those who shared moments of work or dialogue with him. And to the readers who followed him, goes a thought of solidarity. Although our paths did not often cross, his contribution to the narrative of Italian food and cuisine remains in the pages and ideas he shared.
Bye Davide,
thank you for what you told, how you did it – and especially for doing it your way.
