It was the beginning of summer 2010, I had the blog for slightly more than one year and I was stuck in a daily

A few months ago I asked you to introduce yourself, to tell me more about who you are, where you live, what yo

Aunt Silvana arrived on a Sunday morning. While my uncle Giovanni parked the car with care in the farmyard, an

I was embarrassed to call them by their name, it was like pronouncing a swear word. I would never utter profan

Everything you see I owe to spaghetti. - Sofia Loren Have you ever thought about the idea that we Italians giv

When our friends decide to take the country road to join us for dinner, my goal is to put together dishes, sea

Sit with me. Let me pour you a cup of tea. There are fragments of a warm autumn afternoon light playing on the

In February I started working with a new Italian cooking magazine that was about to be lau

There is a very short time of the year when eggplants, still firm and purple, thrive in the garden a

I sat down and pour myself a tiny glass of vino di visciole, a sweet wine made with sour cherries, a bottle le

We've been the champions of the Tuscan staycation this year, working throughout August when almost everyone el

The August heatwave brought eventually some time for resting, for sleeping in a shaded room in the afternoon,

It is hard to talk about Tuscan cooking without mentioning our bland bread, a loaf made without salt. It

I thought this would be a birthday without a cake, a low key celebration, I didn't feel like making anything s

I took the good decision to live this summer on my own terms. No make up, loose linen clothes which might

In the last five months we've been traveling through Tuscany and outside our region for our book tour. It has

If you are subscribed to our Newsletter, you will already know that I have chosen these three months of summer

If someone invites you to go to a sagra, stop whatever you're doing, cancel other commitments, dress

I am proud of how my hands look now. Growing up I used to have small gracious hands, and my granddad Remigio w

Growing up I would not have thought possible to find fascinating that bowl of greenish soup that represented p

You are always connected. You are constantly sharing pieces of your life. Is there an end to all of this? How

I am impressed and humbled by the enormous amount of emails, messages and survey entries I got from you on the

Cooking anchors me to reality. Last week, after attending Cibo a Regola d’Arte, I was reflecting once m

Although I spend most of my day in the kitchen - to test recipes, photograph them, write about food, but above

I’m raving about vegetables. I’m far from being vegetarian or vegan, I still crave for the occasional beef

I've been meaning to write this post for quite a while now, as I've been thinking about this recipe since I go

I walk barefoot in my orchard, feeling the grass blades tickling my ankles, with a light summer dress and

Garlic is the peasant’s spice cupboard. Spices were essential to sophisticated cuisine from the middle

Some time ago I realized that I was not able to focus anymore, I could not remember what I had to do. I s

In a field one summer’s day a Grasshopper was hopping about, chirping and singing to its heart’s content.

Before Amazon, before Santa Claus and his sleigh with reindeer, before all this there was the Befana, an&

I call them the days in a bubble, those days ranging from Christmas to New Year's Eve. They have soft edg

I'll bring some cheese on the table. Almost every dinner ended like this. During the first years of

It has been a year since we began a tour of Tuscany with Ventura. For you it has been a virtual

On Christmas Eve my granddad Remigio and my grandmother Margherita would put my mum and my aunt to b

December is my August, with the bonus of a cup of steaming tea, freshly baked bread eaten in the mor