I thought this would be a birthday without a cake, a low key celebration, I didn't feel like making anything special. Yesterday I went to bed feeling not as excited as I always am the night before my favourite day of the year. I am tired and in a desperate need…
Cooking anchors me to reality. Last week, after attending Cibo a Regola d’Arte, I was reflecting once more on the reason I started blogging. Well, it is simple, and the most obvious: I’ve always loved cooking. I am curious, and the blog helped me to feed this curiosity. Cooking saved my…
My last blogpost about my recent thoughts on life and creativity helped me to put a new spin in my writing and photography endeavours. I have a little notebook where months ago I started scribbling down ideas, recipes I wanted to share with you and themes I would have loved to talk about. Pulses were…
I work on jams and preserves in between a photo shooting and an article or some fruitful recipe testing. There’s a corner of my stove which is usually occupied by a big cast iron pot, where jams or preserves simmer relentlessly, notwithstanding the time of the year. I became preserving-addicted about…
Last weekend we climbed a mountain. For a better-trained person that would have been a short enjoyable walk in the morning pristine air, for me it was quite an adventure. Fulvia and Niccolò, Tommaso’s family friends, invited us to spend a weekend in their cosy house in the Tuscan-Emilian Apennines,…
Born in a Tuscan family, I've spent more time in the kitchen than in any other room of my house, sitting at the table and looking at grandma and mum cooking hearty dishes from the fresh produce of our vegetable garden. The kitchen is my favourite place to be, followed…
