A few weeks ago, I read a book whose sensitivity touched me deeply. It was Fresh water for flowers, written by Valérie Perrin. It is the story of Violette, the caretaker at a cemetery in a small town in Bourgogne, of terrible losses and rebirths, absences and determination in believing…
Last week, this blog turned 11 years old. On the same day, February the 1st, we celebrated 1 year of our podcast, Cooking with an Italian Accent, and 3 years of Romula, the company that Tommaso and I created to officially work together, a commitment that anticipated our wedding, too!…
January feels like the longest month. Until a few years ago, it was dreadful. Those cold days would not pass, a sequence of frozen mornings and dark nights without the Christmas sparkle. It was like a tiring watch, waiting for Spring to bloom. Usually, around mid-February, at the first timid…
I have a dream... Yes, I have a dream, and it smells of ripe fruit. I want an orchard. A few years ago, we planted a dozen fruit trees in the olive grove, local species and heirloom varieties, investing in hope and patience. It's been three years now, but they…
These are sunny days that taste like early Spring, days of morning walks in the countryside before work. I feel the vibrations of the upcoming season, so I try to shake off the fatigue of a tiring winter, which I had completely underestimated. I channel this energy in the kitchen,…
Today I'm sitting in the living room, right in front of the wood-burning stove: finally the cold weather has arrived. I'm not used to stay still anymore, so I immediately seek a source of heat: a cup of steaming black tea, a wool blanket, the roaring fire. We spent the…
Sometimes I wish I could stop the passing of time. If I could, I would turn every fruit into jam, just to be sure I could have a taste of it, to live again the season and its memories with a spoonful of jam. In summer I challenge the heat…
Sit with me. Let me pour you a cup of tea. There are fragments of a warm autumn afternoon light playing on the table, among the teacups. It’s an everyday afternoon, but we will make it stand out just by choosing your favourite cup, just by stealing ten minutes in the…