I go to the market with a straw bag that Tommaso gave me for my birthday last year: on the one hand, it matches my feelings when I shop at the market, as if I were the protagonist of a Joanne Harris novel set in Provence, on the other I…
I feel like a chicken and potato salad, what do you think? What about roasted chicken and potatoes, isn’t it better? The thing is, Summer is here. I keep the windows open till late evening, I lose myself admiring the colours changing in the fields, ranging from green to a…
When I was a child bookshelves at home were overfilled with home magazines, cars magazines, books and an old cooking encyclopedia my mum bought before getting married: a few issues from the complete edition you could purchase at newsstands weekly. No trace of cookbooks or food magazines. Mum never loved…
News always scare me a little bit. Even more than a little bit to be honest. What is strange is that I also like the news, like a lot. I am always looking for something new, I hope that something will change, I hope to be surprised by new and unexpected…
Let's be honest: there's no dish like a roast chicken to celebrate a family get together. I am always slightly proud, a little feeling that warms me up from the inside, when I roast a chicken: you can smell it as soon as you open the door, a well known…
If I was not stuck by the snow in Pisa airport last Friday, which for me that I'm writing is actually tomorrow, I should be now in Belgium for the last day of a mini Christmas holiday, a long weekend with friends to discover a part of Europe that I…
Those who know me now does not understand how I could have been such a picky little girl as a child. Unfortunately my skinny season lasted only up to 5 years old, when, after the tonsils operation, the enticing world of tastes and smells of the kitchen unrolled in front of my greedy eyes,…
This is not a dish for vegetarians, though it is one of the dishes that I most enjoyed making, let alone eating! When I first made this chicken galantina, it was one of those wrong evenings when everything was spinning in the opposite direction to where you would like things…