I like bulbs in a pot: they bloom slowly and, one morning, the smell of spring floods the kitchen. I adore dark chocolate, a crafted bar with salt crystals wrapped in a colourful paper. I like a book, because with that you give me an adventure and the chance to…
January and February are two months that we spend mostly working from home. During the rest of the year, we divide ourselves in between the studio kitchen and our smaller kitchen at home, bringing up and down the stairs cast iron pots, already photographed recipes that need only need to…
That day, coming back home from work, I found mum in the kitchen. She was preparing dinner, her glasses lowered on her nose, a faded apron that could not protect her from oil splashes and clumsiness, a family prerogative, and an old woollen sweater to keep her warm. The wooden…
When I forget to cook our lunch or dinner – believe me, it happens – fennel becomes my best friend. I buy fennel bulbs by the box at the market, I choose the chubby ones, as they are more tender, firm to the touch, with bright tops. I stash them into…
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. …
I’ve written my first acceptance speech, sitting at my tiny desk in the living room with a stained apron, dreaming to wear a red dress and high heels and to stand in front of some of the best food writers, bloggers and editors of our time. I am sure I would have cried, I’m emotional.