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,…
We're getting married on Saturday but we are still on the high seas. There is one thing, though, that immediately calms me down. When we moved our bedroom in the attic and Tommaso's office (along with Noa's bedroom) down where we slept for 3 years, next to the living room…
I was sitting outside, wearing an old swimming suit and large sunglasses, lazily bathing in the sun with a notebook and a pen in my hands. My intention was to write, I had a free Sunday afternoon and a few stories and recipes queueing, waiting to be told. My skin…
My job is tightly connected to my favourite activity, cooking, therefore I find it difficult to pinpoint what I like to do when I'm not working. What do I do when I do not cook for the blog, for a magazine or in a class? Apart from reading, something I leave…
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…
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…