I clearly remember my past life’s Sundays: a well known lump in my throat, the Monday unavoidability and the gloomy return to an office that was getting more suffocating every day. Now Sunday h...
I will never get tired of saying that the Tuscan cuisine does not exist. It is now generally acknowledged that it’s not possibile to talk about Italian food, because we are fragmented into a th...
What happened behind those closed doors? Why is so calm and quiet by the pool? This was the proverbial calm before the storm. Behind those quaint blue wooden doors there were 4 – at times 5 ...
We’re real friends. We stand up for real food. We live in different countries, though, so we tried to figure out how to make our part for the first-ever global Food Revolution Day, (I have goos...
Happiness is baking a banana bread and having a thick slice of it during the golden hour I am a Tuscan girl but I do not eat pappa al pomodoro every day, even though I could easily survive on that fo...
Here I am, coming from the garden, or rather, from what one day might become a vegetable garden. At the moment it is just a piece of land that we try to make free from the weed, but it is a hard and ...
It happens often: when girls grow up, they start to resemble to their mothers, finding themselves saying or doing exactly those things that until a few years earlier they could not put up with. I rea...
Mayonnaise like hollandaise is a process of forcing egg yolks to absorb a fatty substance, oil in this case, and to hold it in thick and creamy suspension. - Julia Child, Mastering the Art of French ...
If you happen to be born in the inland Tuscany, you do not have that much confidence with fish. Or at least that goes for me. I asked my grandmother for evidence since I wanted to understand which wa...
It is not the green nor the honey scented air. Shifts and shades are what makes the spring interesting, just as it happens in life. The green that gradually fades from hill to hill, the fields decora...
Before Elizabeth David and Joanne Harris, before collecting cookbooks, memoirs of passionate cooks and any other book about food and the related world, before of all this there were two books that ha...
In my other life, when I used to study and work in marketing and communication, there was a theory founded on the four Ps, namely to build a successful marketing strategy you have to work on the foll...
Chiara has been my pen pal in the last 17 years, we started writing long and passionate letters with sharp colourful drawing pens and a round teenager handwriting, now we exchange quick messages and ...
Its name is schiacciata (flat bread), but it is anything but flat. It’s the typical Easter sweet bread of my areas, popular in most of the Tuscan region with slightly different names and small ...
The fact is, I just can not stand my recorded voice. Everyone tells me that I have the very same voice as my mum, and actually they keep on mistaking us at the telephone, but I like mum’s voice...
Yesterday I was sitting at the table with my grandma, we were eating a wild herb omelette and talking about the times gone by, my plans for the future and my grandma’s memories of when she was ...
A crust of bread and a glass of wine gathered around a Tuscan country table ten traveller friends in a mad spring day, enlightened by a warm sun and made vivacious by an unexpected downpour. The offi...
Take a classic Italian family, made of parents, grandparents, brothers and sisters … or take for example my family: it is almost impossible to find yourself sitting alone at the table for lunch...
Welcome back Spring, we’ve been missing you lately. Since it’s your day, we cannot start anywhere else but from love. What is that makes you say all of a sudden: here we are, this is the ...
We were in the kitchen in London, it was one of those rare mornings when the sun peeped out. We were sitting on the edge of our stools still wrapped in sleep and heavy sweaters. I had made a light br...
I come back home with something new after every cooking class: a smart idea on how to use the leftovers, a warm handshake or different accents that make me happy. On Sunday I went to San Donà di Piav...
The awareness came with the spring, after the London euphoria and the snow silent charm. I am doing for living what I wanted to do as a grown-up, I’m finally a full-time foodblogger. There is n...
Barley, hazelnut and cocoa biscuits for a relaxing coffee break. I thought that once I had become a full time foodblogger, I would have had the opportunity to publish at least three recipes per week,...
Sometimes it is worth to stop, even just for a coffee and a biscuit. Sometimes it’s worth to pause in order to better understand where to go and orient the compass toward your North Star. Somet...
Before marrying your grandfather and going on our honeymoon in the South of Italy, in the Basilicata region, to visit my in-laws, Grandma told me, I had never heard of pasta and… pasta and pota...
Siena, outdoor location shots, winter. The Sienese people, the University students and the few tourists that in this time of the year are forced to pass through the tiny shadowy back lanes usually tu...
During winter, when the snow covers my small herb garden outside in the farmyard, the memories of the fresh herbs bunches picked from the pots just before cooking are very far. On Sunday, though, I d...
I knew that sooner or later I’d have to talk about Carnival. As I have already mentioned, Carnival parades, more or less successful fancy dresses and colourful confetti that will sneak into you...
For me, living on the border between the provinces of Siena and Florence, driving south in Tuscany means going through one of the most breathtaking scenery on the planet, the Val d’Orcia and th...
When in the afternoon I need a break to lighten up my mind and warm up my hands and my spirit, I put the kettle on the fire and brew a flavored black tea. The cardamom black tea is my latest passion....
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