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…
I see photos on Social Media of beautiful women picking blackberries with long white dresses, an elegant straw hat and big smiles. They walk gracefully in back lanes, sometimes escorted by furry dogs. I’ve always had different experiences. This is not true for me, nor for my family. We go blackberry picking…
The buccellato is the typical sweet bread of Lucca, whose name dates back to the ancient Roman times, when with buccellatum they referred to the soldiers' bread, later evolved into the medieval meaning of sweet bread. The first reference to the word buccellato appears in a 1485 document related to the process…
Love is being present. Love is being aware of living small unique unrepeatable moments that give colour, flavour and fragrance to your life, that make it different - and better - from all the other possible lives that you could have had if you had not paid attention to that…
I've always disregarded winter. After Christmas my only goal was to reach Spring as quick as possible, trying to skip snow storms, cold winds and long nights. Every season had a reason to be appreciated: a green new life in Spring, the longest carefree days in Summer, foliage and scarves…
You can say what you like, but I believe in the magic of Christmas, and I have proof. In the 10 days leading up to Christmas, the proof that this period of time really is magical has been evident for the past four years. Great things happen, leaving their mark,…