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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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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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Of shoestrings, murders and pasta

Italy: a population of 60.36 million people, 83% of which is Catholics. The Pope resides in the Vatican, a city-state located in Rome, 97% of the population has been Christened, 7 out of 12 National holidays have roots in the Catholic Church. So it is clear that Catholicism is part of the Italian society, people embrace…

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Of druids, sins and pasta

“Through singing, opera must make you weep, shudder, die.”- Vincenzo Bellini Today we are in Catania,  the second largest city in Sicily after Palermo, famous for her majestic location at the foot of Mount Etna, one of the world’s most active volcanoes. Curiosity #1: The word Etna comes from the Greek αἴθω (aithō), meaning “I burn” Curiosity…

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The human comedy

Despite my heart says that Giuseppe Ceri was onto something when he wrote about tortellini, Venus and her belly button, sometimes we need to stick to the boring, predictable reality. And the facts are clear: tortellini are old. How old they are has not been established yet, there are so many myths and legends surrounding…

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The heart has its reasons

“The heart has its reasons, which reason does not know. We feel it in a thousand things. ” I love summer in the UK, it is my favourite week of the year: the sun shines fiercely, the temperatures soar, life seems a little bit easier. The thing is, it is unbelievably hot. And I really mean unbelievably: during those days…

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All (small) ears

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…

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Many masks and few faces

“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…

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The gnocchetti call

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…

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