There is a place, in the South of Italy, where time stands still: it doesn’t matter if you have the new iphone, if you are a youtuber or a social media manager, if you prefer to have breakfast with an avocado toast or an açaí bowl – nothing matters, as things in here are done…
“Let’s consider your age to begin with — how old are you?’ ‘I’m seven and a half exactly.’ ‘You needn’t say “exactually,”’ the Queen remarked: ‘I can believe it without that. Now I’ll give you something to believe. I’m just one hundred and one, five months and a day.’ ‘I can’t believe that!’ said Alice.…
You are having a lovely meal, enjoying a good TV programme and the comfort of your home. All is well with your life, nothing can disturb your peace. Until THAT happens: the dip conundrum. The dip conundrum affects all of us, but not everybody is aware of it. It is something it has now become…
“She swears lazy Sundays were made for her. Doing whatever it is she wants to do, even if it is, nothing at all.” For me lazy Sundays are all about sweet treats, keeping alive the typical Italian tradition of having pastries or cake to celebrate the end of the week. One of my favourite Sunday…
Sunday afternoon. It has been a long week, and they say that walking is good for your chakras and stuff, so why not? I did my steps, felt less guilty about that banoffee pie, ready to go home. I am on my way, thinking about the usual: my life choices, which one was my favourite…
“You will learn at your own expense that in the long journey of life you will encounter many masks and few faces” (Imparerai a tue spese che nel lungo tragitto della vita incontrerai tante maschere e pochi volti). This is a quote from One, No One and One Hundred Thousand (Uno, Nessuno e Centomila), one of my favourite books from Luigi…
You have now mastered the art of malloreddus, you are a pro using the wood board, you can make gnocchetti with both thumbs tied and your eyes closed, probably standing on one leg. I am proud. For those that didn’t read my previous post, here is it, along with my huge disappointment: https://theparmigianawhisperer.blog/2020/07/07/know-your-gnocchetti/ Now we…
Do you know the meaning of the word “malloreddus”? Me neither, I had to google it to write this post ha! In the rest of Italy, this delicious pasta is known as “gnocchetti sardi”, but the proper name is in sardinian dialect and it is actually unclear what it means. Some believe it comes from…
It stinks and it is mouldy: if I use these words to describe food, you definitely wouldn’t be so keen on eating it. However, I can’t find any other way to describe Gorgonzola cheese, one of my favourite ingredients in pasta or pizza. It is believed that Gorgonzola is the result of a mistake (a…
“Whenever I get gloomy with the state of the world, I think about the arrivals gate at Heathrow Airport. General opinion’s starting to make out that we live in a world of hatred and greed, but I don’t see that. It seems to me that love is everywhere. Often it’s not particularly dignified or newsworthy,…
