Mom kneaded by hand ten Easter's schiacciate, gently fragrant with aniseed and rosolio. She shaped the bread

In the last weeks I've been working on quite a number of recipes for a new project, a new book which will be

Then comes March, and I feel like Spring. I would wear light coat, hiding my padded jacket at the back of my w

The typical cold cuts of my area, that hilly shire that stretches in between Siena and Florence, among the

When my sister Claudia was born I was nine. I've always wanted a little sister. Since kindergarten I would tel

On February I abandoned my country life for a few weeks and moved to Florence with Tommaso to teach at the Fl

I'm getting back to basics. I love Tuscan food, you know. But I had not yet reached the point to crave for

The procedure to make these cookies is quick and easy, it belongs to an old-fashioned way of cooking, where al

Peasant dishes are easily recognizable: poor ingredients, seasonal products, simple cooking, imagination and c

Take fresh fruit. Crisp apples eaten bite after bite on the street, a quick snack to tuck in your bag, a f

It all began with a hand that came into a picture frame. Until then my pictures of breakfast were always the

A few years ago I wanted to find my chocolate cake, something I could call Giulia's chocolate cake. 

I've been chatting and laughing with Rossella since the beginning, when we almost simultaneously had the fir

Today, if everything goes as it is supposed to be, I am in Valencia. We probably woke up early and had a tou

I've been living part-time in Florence for a few months now. I usually walk in touristic streets and less know

It's been two years since I celebrated my first new year's eve surrounded by the snow in the mountains of Tr

I would tightly hold an occhio di bue with two hands, wrapped in a light and almost transparent paper towel, a

I can not resist to tiramisù. During my first months of cooking classes I always offered tiramisu as a desser

I have spent many words in the praise of Elizabeth David, a British food writer who helped Britain rediscover

Christmas is upon us and I'm late with my Advent Calendar. We should have opened the first paper bag yesterday

My mother and my grandmother have hearts of gold. Ever since I was a child they always enthusiastically accept

Lately I spend several days a week in Florence. I'd rather have a tomato bread soup made as the Florentines do

I woke up in a sunny Sunday morning of a warm late October. It was the perfect day to have a short trip to Gre

When I was at high school I was already following a health-conscious diet, if you do not consider all the choc

October, butternut squash time. I've never cooked so much with squash as this year. October is also the perfe

Smilla had a sense of snow, a deep innate knowledge of this magical natural element. I have a sense a fashion,

I was just missing cooking by instinct, in my kitchen, in a quiet afternoon. I was standing at one end of the

Winter is sitting inside, in a warm place, next to the fireplace, hearty and generous food. Spring is smiling,

Every day at 5 o'clock sharp, every day for thirty years a comforting ritual took place in my kitchen. We kept

When I was a child bookshelves at home were overfilled with home magazines, cars magazines, books and an old c

I chose Delancy as my beach book for the past summer holidays. I spent most of my afternoons sleeping in a dar

A friend is someone you share fun, laughter, interests and passions with, someone who naturally pushes you do

There are three carrot cakes in my memories. I ordered the first carrot cake with a broken English more than t

July is my special month. It is bursting with sun and good weather, more intense and deeply rooted into summer

Let's make crêpes. He came out in a quiet summer Saturday afternoon, one of those typically Italian. We had

I walked in the summery countryside, rejoicing with the warmth of the sun colouring my skin. I picked up wild