Driving back home at the beginning of summer is refreshing. You can almost hear the grass growing, the hedgerows are exploding with white flowers and the fields shine with just the most pale tone of yellow, treasuring the rich green for some more days. You can spot wild fennel from afar. It loves growing…
Grandma, you won't bring me into the broad bean field anymore, will you? This is one of the most memorable phrases of my childhood. Grandmother got her driving license when she was already fifty, she used to drive a small white Centoventisei, a tin of sardines commensurate with today's standards. She decided to get a driving license…
I will wait. I will wait until I lose some extra weight to buy that new pair of jeans. I'm gonna wait until I feel more confident to pitch a magazine for an article. I will wait until I get published on a magazine to propose for a book deal. I…
Home is here, in the Tuscan countryside. I am deeply rooted in this house that was built by my great-great-grandfather Tommaso in 1926, where my grandmother and my father grew up, where mum learnt to cook, to grow vegetables, to love over the time the country life, so different from the one she was…
I planned to post this recipe a few days ago, to allow you plenty of time to shop for all the ingredients and seal your perfect Easter menu with an elegant dessert. But you know I'm not good in planning, so here I am, a few hours before Easter, with a…
The secret ingredient of my cooking classes are smiling faces. I'm not just talking about the beaming smiles of my students - newlyweds on their honeymoon, families, friends or elder couples enjoying their lives together and traveling through Europe. I'm thinking about the big smiles of those producers and market vendors that I had the good…
