Tag: #cooking

The taste of the sea

South of Italy, August. It is 23:30, the temperature isn’t even considering to drop, it is too hot to go to sleep. You live in a small city, and your friends live 5 minutes away from you. You have two options: Stick your head in the fridge, hoping to fall asleep while enjoying the fake…

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To my younger self

I can’t bake. This is something I already wrote many times here in the blog, and I have said it out loud so many times that I’ve lost count. It is a strange machine our brain, isn’t it? We store a piece of information and it just lives there, rent free, no questions asked. I…

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Not envying the paradise

I have never been shy about my love for Sicily: the landscape, the weather, the food… what’s not to like? I have been lucky enough to have spent quite a long time of my adult life in this beautiful island, enjoying what it can offer in all her magnificence. Sicily is warm: from the sun…

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What’s new?

Sometimes life is full of surprises: over the last year I have been enjoying some cooking classes at The Cookery School at The Grand, York. Baking is not my forte so I really loved the pastry and the beef wellington lessons, I learnt a lot and I really enjoyed socialising with other people as passionate…

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The (semi)circle of life

“As long as Man continues to be the ruthless destroyer of lower living beings, he will never know healthor peace. For as long as men massacre animals, they will kill each other. Indeed, he who sows the seedof murder and pain cannot reap joy and love.” attribution to Pythagoras by Ovid 19th century: Charles Darwin…

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Love me, tender

6am of a Sunday morning. I read the news, the world seems to be doing better and better every day… I check my calendar, I literally have nothing scheduled for today. Time for a day in bed, eating all the crisps I have in the house, watching questionable TV shows and thinking about nothing. Sounds…

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Of Odysseus, saints, ricotta

“Nobody, that’s my name. Nobody — so my mother and father call me, all my friends.” My love affair with ricotta started very late in my life, and for this I will never forgive myself. There are a few ingredients that I used to despise when I was a kid, and only as an “adult”…

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Truth or dare?

It is a Sunday afternoon of a relatively sunny day here in Yorkshire. Autumn is approaching, the leaves are starting to show their best colours, smoothies are being replaced by cups of tea. Life is sweet. Ready with my cosy blankets, my cinnamon candles and my books, I give a final look at the photos…

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