The correspondence that Claude Monet kept for many years with his friends of the time, today known to us thanks to the numerous published collections, and which I read as a teenager…
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SpringGlimpses from an ancient world | Crostatine with homemade rose petal jam with Miranda’s roses
In my olfactory memory, the intense scent of some ancient varieties of roses is associated with secret Venice, that of the hidden gardens, those that you spy through the cracks of the…
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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…