In a moment everything has changed. Spring is gone, like Grandma. While the garden was at its best, giving clouds of white flowers and miles of new grass to be cut, I…
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It just fades when the waves breaking at the foot of the snow-capped mountains break a silence that is now rare to hear. I’m in Norway and I’ve never been further north…
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WinterBigoli in salsa: a Venetian timeless recipe for a dish of whole wheat spaghetti with anchovy sauce
Whenever I am asked about typical Venetian recipes, my list starts from “bigoli in salsa“. Perhaps to me, this dish of bigoli is the pasta dish par excellence, the first I think…
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WinterFreaky-version of Torta della Nonna, a recipe from the book “Naturally Vegetarian” by Hortus!
My dear friend Valentina (Hortus!) wrote a book, and after a year of hard work, research, intuitions, doubts, shared inspirations and support behind the scenes, today I can flip through its pages…
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I don’t know what silence is, I said, while I am floating in the void. It looks like Paradise – however you call it – the place where we go afterwards, doesn’t…
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Come, Grandmother, and sit next to me in my garden. We shall have breakfast under the vine, and we shall see the morning light glow upon the leaves that bear your name,…
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I woke up hearing the rain pattering slightly on the windows, as to announce timidly the start of a new season and the end of an incredibly torrid and dry Summer. The…
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Paris wakes up early. The first light of dawn illuminates that intricate tangle of rooftops and chimneys, bringing a twinkling glow into its still deserted streets. The morning smells of butter and…
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In the latter part of Venetian lagoon, where the water becomes stagnant and the flow enters the silent shoals, there is a precise point where the phone ceases to receive the signal.…
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On the train which takes me back home after spending some days with my dear Valentina, I thought about the pictures I took before leaving and that are now waiting for me,…