In February I started working with a new Italian cooking magazine that was about to be launched, Ci piace cucinare. Monica is my contact since the beginning, we have endless conversations on WhatsApp on food styling and ingredients, every week we decide together themes and recipes to work on, according to seasonality, occasions and editorial needs. I cooked,…
I sat down and pour myself a tiny glass of vino di visciole, a sweet wine made with sour cherries, a bottle left from a past weekend. The memories of those two days spent with some friends will be indelible just like the red cherry stains on my lips. We chose a weekend that was…
The August heatwave brought eventually some time for resting, for sleeping in a shaded room in the afternoon, for a weekend in the mountains foraging wild raspberries and blueberries, for personal projects and reflections and lazy dinners cooked by my mum, where I was just sharing leftovers from classes. It brought…
I am impressed and humbled by the enormous amount of emails, messages and survey entries I got from you on the last blog post. You made me laugh, you made me reflect on my work, you moved me to tears more than once. You are sensible, caring and curious people,…
December is my August, with the bonus of a cup of steaming tea, freshly baked bread eaten in the morning with raw honey, the crackling fire of the stove, the smell of tangerines and the relaxation, the luxury, to be able to do everything with calm. I have always considered Autumn to be…
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…