On a November afternoon, when the light was already revealing the evening intentions and the proximity of a winter that I hope will respect its promises of slowness and coziness, I made a coffee, stole two cookies from the jar and sat in front of my blog. I consider it…
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…
Summer meals are by nature effortless and straightforward. When the season is colder, a grey sky matching a monotonous drizzling rain, I take time to roast pumpkin wedges with rosemary and spices until caramelized. I braise beef shank with wine and tomato sauce until the meat is so tender that…
Meatball pasta bake: is it a Carnival joke? Apparently, pasta with meatballs is an American invention not belonging to the Italian food tradition. We would normally associate it to Fettuccine Alfredo, Pepperoni pizza (if you order pepperoni pizza in Italy you would get a pizza with peppers, peperoni in Italian),…
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,…