January and February are two months that we spend mostly working from home. During the rest of the year, we divide ourselves in between the studio kitchen and our smaller kitchen at home, bringing up and down the stairs cast iron pots, already photographed recipes that need only need to…
When I think about Valentine's Day and love, everything begins with Noa. I see myself in her way to deal with love and family. When we sit together drinking a tea on a Sunday afternoon or while we watch a movie, she would curl up on her pillow in the corner and she…
Before Amazon, before Santa Claus and his sleigh with reindeer, before all this there was the Befana, an old lady on a broom, a cross between a witch and a caring grandmother. She would visit your house during the night of the Epiphany and she would fill up your stocking with candy, chocolate coins, clementines,…
I wrote this post a hundred times in my head, while I was enjoying a few hours off towards the end of summer, making the most of the last rays of sun, walking along the beach in Riccione trying to escape from the rainy weather we found there, while I was cooking…
Ri-cotta (re-cooked): twice cooked, given that the whey left behind from the cheese production is heated up once again in order to make ricotta. Ri-bollita (re-boiled): the soup made from bread, beans and Tuscan kale, which is boiled for the second time, the next day. Bis-cotto (biscuit: literally in Italian, cooked again), meaning…
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…
February is over now, despite the extra day which gave me 24 greatly appreciated hours to use in order to catch up with everything I was behind on. March, the spring-time month, begins with great prospects and the third stop of the Tuscany tour with Ventura to discover local traditional recipes…
What if one day you run out of recipes? I remember when my grandma asked me this innocent question a few years ago, worried that all of a sudden I could find myself in front of a blank page, without ideas, an empty pantry, clean pots, a bewildered look on my face. The end of inspiration. At…
