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.
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
‘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
I’ve heard Venice being described as the Audrey Hepburn of Italian cities, and I have to agree with them. I remember the first time I visited, nearly 3 years ago (my first time in Italy in fact) one cold winters day, and being absolutely struck by the timeless beauty of it all. It embodies the…… Continue reading Venice
Cadrezzate is my future home goal. A beautiful little village on the shores of Lago di Monate. I fell in love 2 years ago, that first time I came here to work. Lago di Monate is, therefore, my favourite lake in Italy. Small, but perfectly formed, and a haven for foodies. The fish from the lake are…… Continue reading Torta di Cadrezzate