On the morning of our wedding my alarm clock rang at six. The night before I brought all my bride beauty essentials to my parents' house, into my old room where I used to sleep with my sister Claudia what look like decades ago. Only a dozen yards from my…
I abandoned January resolutions a few years ago. Now I prefer to choose a word, a single, evocative word. In the recent years, this word has worked like a magic formula scribbled on a piece of parchment, like an omen, a powerful statement from the past, engraved with capital letters…
Although we had been friends for several months, in the first weeks of us being officially together we did not miss an opportunity to talk about who we were, what we liked, which were our first and deepest passions. We spent ten days at the seaside in Maremma with friends:…
This is quite an unusual first post of the year. I'll leave my good intentions, our new projects, new recipes and the word I chose for 2019 to the upcoming posts. Today I want to talk about cookbooks, today I want to celebrate small victories rather than listing big fails. …
This is the last post for this year, written during those days in a bubble I love so much, those days when Christmas has already passed, when you still have the taste of icing sugar and panforte spices on your lips. If you turn around, Christmas is already hidden, wrapped in…
Christmas at home is a postcard. Each one has a role, as in a theatrical operetta: everyone has his lines or his stage costumes. There have been the same smells for decades, the chicken liver crostini and the spices of panforte hovering from mid-December to the Epiphany on the 6th…
I was born in the countryside of Colle Val d'Elsa, in between Siena and Florence. The sea is only an hour away as the crow flies: on a windy summer day I can almost smell the brackish air carried by the breeze. Yet fish rarely appears in our traditional cuisine.…
Today I'm sitting in the living room, right in front of the wood-burning stove: finally the cold weather has arrived. I'm not used to stay still anymore, so I immediately seek a source of heat: a cup of steaming black tea, a wool blanket, the roaring fire. We spent the…