Now you may think that nothing is going to beat a full English breakfast, but hear me out for just a second, and try a slice of crostata.
As a non-Christian, I have to admit, I absolutely love Pope Francis!
Anyone that knows me, knows that as much as I have a love affair with Italy, there are equally as many things that drive me crazy. For some reason, there are certain things within Italy that are seem to be intentionally designed to be as overly complicated as possible. There seems to be no apparent…… Continue reading Things I hate about Italy. Part 1.
I will never forget the date, Thursday 27th October. That was the day that I had the best meal of my life. No exaggeration. The best meal. Of. My. Life. I was lucky enough to get a table at Osteria Francescana, a tiny 12 seater restaurant in the town of Modena, Emilia Romagna. It started…… Continue reading The lunch of ruin
Ok, I lied. Last weekend was actually the final weekend in Summer. I ventured back to Liguria to take in the last of the sun. The weather forecast seems to be going decidedly downhill from hereon so I thought I’d take the opportunity to cling onto one last post of summer before I finally give in…… Continue reading Life’s a beach
That’s it. Over. Despite it still being 30 degrees here, summer has officially ended. By now, most Italians have returned to their everyday lives in il rientro, abbronzato – tanned, refreshed, and exceptionally grumpy; as you might expect after some have enjoyed up to a month away, usually by the sea. It’s definitely noticeable on…… Continue reading The end of summer
‘O purpo se coce ‘int all’acqua soja. Or in Italian: Il polpo si cucina nell sua acqua. Is a Napolitan saying that means that you should let a prickly situation go and fail on its own. Or, let a person who does not accept advice have the experience at their own expense, so basically stubborn…… Continue reading The octopus is cooked in its own water