I sat down and pour myself a tiny glass of vino di visciole, a sweet wine made with sour cherries, a bottle left from a past weekend. The memories of those two days spent with some friends will be indelible just like the red cherry stains on my lips. We chose a weekend that was…
I am proud of how my hands look now. Growing up I used to have small gracious hands, and my granddad Remigio would say: guarda che manine! Look at your hands. These hands have studied, they have not worked yet. He had worked for all his life as a bricklayer.…
December is my August, with the bonus of a cup of steaming tea, freshly baked bread eaten in the morning with raw honey, the crackling fire of the stove, the smell of tangerines and the relaxation, the luxury, to be able to do everything with calm. I have always considered Autumn to be…
I'm sitting at a table at the Arnold Coffee in Florence, one of those bars inspired by the American Starbucks with a continual coming and going of people, a huge stack of paper cups next to the counter, enormous blackboards with an endless choice of American coffee, lattes, shakes and…
Last week I made for the first time a meat broth. As long as I lived with my parents - a year has passed since I made this first floor apartment overlooking the Tuscan hills my gracious palace - it was out of the question that someone else could make…
Eating on the couch has always had the allure of forbidden, the exception granted only on unique days. Winter Sunday evenings or festive days have all the elements to allow you a comfortable dinner, on a narrow two-seater sofa, wrapped in a blanket watching a movie. It might sound obvious,…