Love is being present. Love is being aware of living small unique unrepeatable moments that give colour, flavo

Today, in the early morning, I was at the gym, on a treadmill. I was listening to my favourite podcast, work

In a few days this blog will turn seven. It all began as a tasty hobby, not it is my job. This is the place wh

I've always disregarded winter. After Christmas my only goal was to reach Spring as quick as possible, trying

Since I opened my blog, the pleasure of meeting new people went hand in hand with the urgency of turning

You can say what you like, but I believe in the magic of Christmas, and I have proof. In the 10 days leading u

I found myself making Christmas resolutions. No one has ever heard of somebody who is already thinking about t

Goodbye, November. You've been good, busy, exciting, tiring. I cooked more fresh pasta than in the whole cooki

We're going to turn that page on the calendar and in a few days December will be here. I'm always slightly exc

I think everyone will remember what they ate the first time they met their parents-in-law. The memories imprin

When I do a cooking class there is one dish that never fails, fresh pasta. It is the cornerstone of the entir

And now autumn has arrived. If I look back, it was September, but I'm marking my calendar for new deadlines a

I assumed that I would have loved lampredotto. I've always been pretty adventurous in eating: I can not say

I work on jams and preserves in between a photo shooting and an article or some fruitful recipe testing. There

The fireplace warms a room with its own unique warmth, the smell of burning wood is unmistakable. I don't know

I felt like there was something missing. Do not misunderstand me: I’m still in love with my blog, with the r

Autumn crawled in. Until a few days ago I would wake up in the morning and open wide the windows to let the cr

Back on the blog after more than three weeks, after a summer where I managed to pop up here just for a few pos

Are you a strawberry person or a pistachio one? Do you consider worth of your time just a gelato with cream, e

Last weekend we climbed a mountain. For a better-trained person that would have been a short enjoyable walk in

Lately every work e-mail I received would close with have a great Summer. No have a great week, no have a g

We were still teenagers, we had just entered high school, we were sitting at our desk full of hope, fear and e

You might think I had lost the password to enter the blog or that I had chosen a strictly off line holidays, a

I open the drawer to rummage quickly through my messily piled up clothes. I have just five minutes to find som

As soon as I'll finish writing this post I'll have to face a list of to-do things which I've just written dow

I feel like a chicken and potato salad, what do you think? What about roasted chicken and potatoes, isn’t it

In Tuscany a warm schiacciata with olive oil is something we worship. There are those who want it soft with ju

Summer was long and carefree. The days would stretch endlessly along with the evening shadows. The intense aro

I like it. I love keeping a recipe for your weekend and sharing it when the rhythms are slower than usual, whe

Weather forecasts are working against my crave for summer: apparently this weekend won't be blessed by sun, co

Those who know me well and even those who meet me for the fist time, in a cooking class or in a book presentat

I started to read again. I read a book that had no recipes, but a story, one of those books I bought some time

Recently I pick a cookbook from my bookshelf and sit on my sofa reading. Nothing out of the ordinary, this is

Easter comes, and a chocolate Easter egg comes almost automatically. I've always given it for granted, though

Castagnaccio, a chestnut cake, is one of the first sweet treats that come to my mind when I think about the u

I am sitting on the balcony, my feet firmly stamped on the terracotta tiles, warmed by the afternoon sun. Our