Simplicity often amazes. In the kitchen it is so: if you use excellent raw materials, few of them treated with care and combined with judgment and experience are enough to create excellent dishes. Stroscia cake of …
White as the sky, roofs and streets of Genoa these days. White as the snow that enveloped Genoa in a whirlwind of icy wind. The white cardoon with its candor has the taste and shape of …
This is the recipe my granny used to prepare as soon as huge boxes of fresh artichokes arrived from our farmer of Albenga (btw in Albenga the best ever Italian Riviera artichokes grow!). Before starting to …
A new year has commenced, under the skin flows and tickles a desire of renewal. The desire to put a full-stop and write a new paragraph of our life, perhaps more fluent and exciting than the …
Chard pie has always been a family matter. It’s recipe was a formula hidden in my granny’s spontaneous gestures. If you asked her for it she was happy, even proud, to share it. You need …
Autumn has arrived. Really? Actually I think I've seen him passing away. A courtesy visit, maybe. A couple of days ago, just the time to mess up the fronds of the trees with a blast …
Summer this year makes its thunderous entry without even waiting for the solstice. Today very early in the morning I’m writing on the terrace. The light breeze coming from the sea is going to give me …
Fava beans pesto has been occupying a line in my “post to do” list since last year. It appeared on April, when this blog was just a work in progress, nothing more than a bunch …
What to do when a huge box of fresh, flavoured, thorny artichokes– a present of your trusted farmer - stand mocking on the table of your kitchen? You watch it, you try to ignore it, …
Potatoes and green beans polpettone is a flagship dish, a symbol, of the Italian Riviera traditional cuisine: few poor ingredients, wisely measured, for a plate extremely good, healty and light. In the rest of Italy polpettone …
Oh, fried sweet milk! When I was a child and we went to the restaurant with my parents – which occurred quite seldom as the best restaurant was my granny’s home – I always wished …
