How To Make An Authentic Tiramisu

One of life’s greatest pleasures is dessert and for those of you who love something sweet, but lack baking skills, you’re in luck! Made from mascarpone, eggs, ladyfingers, coffee and chocolate, tiramisu is a no-bake delight.
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Sunshine On A Plate: Spaghetti Al Limone

It was a rainy afternoon-turned-evening and I was faced with the struggle of rummaging up something to eat. I was alone, and cooking for one is never that exciting (to me), I find a sweet pleasure in cooking for others, witnessing their satisfaction with each bite as your sign of endearment. Before I lamented at the thought of cooking for myself, a recipe popped into my mind, shifting my thoughts to excitement. It’s one that I’ve wanted to try and just so happened to be the perfect meal to brighten up this grey day, plus it was simple, really simple.
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Carbonara Tramezzini

I remember my first tramezzino.
We were out-skirting the Northern edge of Parma in a silver Fiat Panda on our way to a quaint place called Bagnacavallo. We made a pit stop at an Autogrill, my first brush with Italy’s famed road side stop.
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Pesto with Gnocchi

Nothing says summer like bright green pesto with a salty hint of parmigiano-reggiano, the buttery texture of pine nuts, grassy extra virgin olive oil and a bite of fresh garlic. Over the years, I’ve spent a few summers in Aulla, a town in Northern Tuscany, where the sea meets the mountains.
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Baccalà alla Napoletana: Neapolitan-Style Braised Salt Cod

Baccalà (in Italian) simply means salt cured cod. Cod preserved in this manner can last for years and years, and Campania, a region which includes the city of Naples, boasts the highest consumption of baccalà in all of Italy, so naturally, a Napoletana recipe must be good! Continue reading “Baccalà alla Napoletana: Neapolitan-Style Braised Salt Cod”

Rotolini di Melanzane con Pomodorini

You know what’s really good, like really, really good? Fried eggplant wrapped around salty ham and ooey gooey mozzarella! Do I have your attention? …Because one taste of these eggplant rolls and it’s love at first bite! Keep Reading!

Cavatelli con Ceci Neri e Pomodorini

There is something intriguing about black-colored foods, perhaps, it’s because they are not something we get our mouth’s around everyday. Most commonly, there is chocolate, espresso, black beans and Beluga lentils, but even less common is squid ink pasta, charcoal bread, black garlic and black quinoa. Rarer yet are black chickpeas or ceci neri. Keep Reading!

Cookbook Crush! Florentine: The True Cuisine of Florence

New cookbook crush! Florentine: The True Cuisine of Florence by Emiko Davies

Beautiful pages brimming with life and history that weave around traditional recipes filled with the aromas of Florence. A true cover to cover read, exactly the kind of cookbook that I eat up! Keep Reading!

Simple Is Good: Ceci e Scarole (Chickpeas and Greens)

A staple on Pugliese tables Fave e Chicoria, a puree of fava beans topped with wilted chicory is a fundamental farm style meal that’s cooked in country kitchens from the hill towns scattered throughout Italy. Keep Reading!

Farinata With Blistered Tomatoes, Roasted Baby Artichokes, Mushrooms and Aioli

Sometimes a slip of the hand creates a culinary perfection, just like, chocolate chip cookies, the upside-down French dessert, tarte tatin or Worcestershire Sauce. As history tells it we can add farinata to this great list of culinary accidents:
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Florence

Photo by E. Fina
by E.Fina

Romanticalism at it’s finest.
Yes, I say romanticalism—not really a word you say?
Well, it’s describing romanticism in a heightened sense—a strengthening of language.
Florence.
Ah Florence.
Where one can simply stand, enamored in it all.
The Medici’s, Leonardo, Botticelli, Giotto, Raphael.
Approaching Brunelleschi’s Duomo, an unfathomable sight, causing one to feel insignificant in size.
Sauntering across the Ponte Vecchio, pausing in view, the River Arno, outstretched.
Lunching in a quaint, corner shop, crumbs dusting the floor.
Cobbled streets, marble statues and colored facades.
Strolling hand in hand—step by step—breath by breath.
History—rebirth—Florence.

Moneglia by Moonlight

Moneglia

A rocky beach and salty sea, lulling ashore.
Constellations alight the night sky.
A shooting star—pause—in reverence of.
Frizzante, shared between two glasses,
and a friend whose greatness is immeasurable.
A talk of life.