In these days, we are continuously searching for a semblance of normality. We have slightly loosened our rhythms, but we try to keep a work routine, creating new projects, removing dust and cobwebs from dreams lost in a drawer. Mainly, though, I bake: bread loaves, focaccia, cakes. The words of…
Last week, this blog turned 11 years old. On the same day, February the 1st, we celebrated 1 year of our podcast, Cooking with an Italian Accent, and 3 years of Romula, the company that Tommaso and I created to officially work together, a commitment that anticipated our wedding, too!…
In just a couple of days, we bought the gifts that were missing and we simply decorated the house with my little seven year old juniper tree, a few baubles, stings of lights and a nativity scene. It's incredible how quickly a few lights and the smell of a juniper…
Don't tell me it is too early to start thinking about Christmas. Sometimes, in order not to get caught up in the anxiety and thus spoil the festive atmosphere, a bit of organisation and bland planning are the only way to enjoy those days before Christmas, which otherwise always pass…
I came back home, after an hour spent at the local swimming pool, wearing just a light jacket, with slightly wet hair and bare ankles. In the parking lot, you could hear the crickets singing, and you could see the stars peeping through the pine trees. I had on my…
It was the beginning of June, summer was nothing more than a promise in the air. Tommaso and I drove to Val d’Orcia to meet Sabrina and Barbara, the two sisters who own Villa Pienza. It was our first time there, though we felt at home as soon as the…
Nonna still keeps her big book on herbs and flowers on a bookrest in her living room. It has a central position in her home. When I was a child, I could spend hours leafing through that massive, fascinating volume, full of drawings, photos, recipes and remedies. Summer had the…
Summer began on Friday, around five in the afternoon, when I arrived at home. As soon as we got out of the car, I immediately felt the heat rising from the sun-baked stones. Grandma was outside, in the garden, hanging out the clothes on the drying rack, hidden in the…