This is the last post for this year, written during those days in a bubble I love so much, those days when Christmas has already passed, when you still have the taste of icing sugar and panforte spices on your lips. If you turn around, Christmas is already hidden, wrapped in…
My mum used to say that I had started a food blog as I had plenty of free time: I still didn’t have a boyfriend at the advanced age of twenty-eight. Once you’ll find someone, you won’t have time for the blog anymore, she would say, looking up to the…
It was about this time of the year. Last December we started scribbling down the project of a studio on a piece of yellow paper during a dinner in a local trattoria. We didn’t pay much attention to the food nor to the surrounding noisy tables. We were focused on…