I love wild herbs. But above all I love harvesting them. On Spring, in the lawn, at the bottom of drywalls or at the borders of the streets where they love growing. Walking in the middle of the nature, our first true home. The pungent odour of the hearth warmed...
I decided to open this blog with one of the first dish I remember to have entirely made by myself and which made me feel a real cook and so proud of myself. I was about 7 years old when, after childhood hours spent sat in my grandmother (Nonna Mina Mina) ’s...