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<p><i>¿Sharing food is one of the purest human acts''</i><br><br>Food has always been an integral part of Stanley Tucci¿s life: from <i>stracciatella </i>soup served in the shadow of the Pantheon, to <i>marinara </i>sauce cooked between scene rehearsals and costume fittings, to home-made pizza eaten with his children before bedtime.<br><br>Now, in <i>What I Ate In One Year</i> Tucci records twelve months of eating, in restaurants, kitchens, film sets, press junkets, at home and abroad, with friends, with family, with strangers, and occasionally just by himself.<br><br>Ranging from the mouth-wateringly memorable, to the comfortingly domestic, 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 marks - and mourns - the passing of time, the loss of loved ones, and steels himself for what is to come.<br><br>Whether it¿s <i>duck a l¿orange</i> eaten with fellow actor