On a November afternoon, when the light was already revealing the evening intentions and the proximity of a winter that I hope will respect its promises of slowness and coziness, I made a coffee, stole two cookies from the jar and sat in front of my blog. I consider it…
I am traditional. A few days ago I found myself kneading, as if I had received an order from another time. An internal clock, tuned in to the coming and going of seasons, reminded me that the day of the pan co' santi had come. It is a dense bread,…
I come back here after more than a month, after a hot and different summer, after a wedding, our wedding, and after a honeymoon that took us for two weeks through Scotland and Ireland, an old fashioned and intimate trip. I left a still lively summer, which seemed to have…
We're getting married on Saturday but we are still on the high seas. There is one thing, though, that immediately calms me down. When we moved our bedroom in the attic and Tommaso's office (along with Noa's bedroom) down where we slept for 3 years, next to the living room…
My mum used to say that I had started a food blog as I had plenty of free time: I still didn’t have a boyfriend at the advanced age of twenty-eight. Once you’ll find someone, you won’t have time for the blog anymore, she would say, looking up to the…
When I met Luisa for the first time, I was going to teach her how to make pici. Then I discovered who she was, she told me she had an agriturismo in Val d'Orcia and that she makes pici daily for about forty people. Then, I saw her at work,…
Summer meals are by nature effortless and straightforward. When the season is colder, a grey sky matching a monotonous drizzling rain, I take time to roast pumpkin wedges with rosemary and spices until caramelized. I braise beef shank with wine and tomato sauce until the meat is so tender that…
Saturday evening eating out in Mensanello, our neighbouring farm, is a treat. You get to eat honest food, made with their home-grown ingredients, surrounded by fields of golden wheat. As comforting as eating at home, without the hassle of dishes to wash. Among a wooden board loaded with ripe melon…