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…
I slept for two nights in a single bed in a tiny white room while visiting Tommaso’s family in Puglia. I could hear him sleeping, breathing heavily just twenty centimetres far from my bed. Yet, finding myself in a single bed, carefully made with freshly laundered linen, made me feel…
This year the Christmas countdown, the never ending checklists, the holly that stings me every time I take it in the wrong way, the songs you have to listen to and the movies you have to watch otherwise it is not Christmas are stressing me out. I've always embodied a…
May I ask you something? Usually this question arises during a cooking class, after the market visit and after my enthusiast praise for seasonal vegetables. Where are the vegetables on the menu at the restaurant? I thought they would have a predominant role in Italy, but they barely serve vegetables during the…
You might think I had lost the password to enter the blog or that I had chosen a strictly off line holidays, as I've been strangely silent in the last weeks. I traveled, I went to the Oxford Syposium on Food and Cookery, I devoured all Ruth Reichl's books, captured by…
I started to read again. I read a book that had no recipes, but a story, one of those books I bought some time ago because I wanted to read it, sooner or later. It happened by chance, one morning I got up earlier than usual and I picked a book from the…
I had promised myself to make it a weekly feature. Words written on the sand: my last recipe of the Healthy every week project belongs to the beginning of December. This is just one of my biggest shortcomings: I tend to forget these commitments related to healthy, light food... Thank goodness…
I am an easy to be persuaded woman, you just need a bunch of flowers and I'm sold. In this case the flowers were the pretty blossoms of my chives and the refined seducer a potato salad that has become in the course of a cloudy May morning my favourite…
