Cacciucco, or chickpea soup amidst the snow

Cacciucco, a fish soup associated with Tuscan coastal towns such as Livorno, Viareggio, and in my case memories of a camping holiday in Castiglione della Pescaia where I had these rather romantic visions of the good life in a tent until the people in the tent next to us started singing Carpenters songs. I have … Continue reading Cacciucco, or chickpea soup amidst the snow

Monday soup for the soul

After last week's impromptu "let's just all have a week off as everyone got ill", everyone's back and out of the house and so I spent the whole of my Monday morning - err, cleaning the kitchen. Yes, really, life is that glamorous, although it's actually quite a nice feeling in a way, kind of … Continue reading Monday soup for the soul

We are what we eat (but make it Italian)

Call it a modern day version of one of those much loved and much stained notebooks that I have sitting on my bookshelves in my kitchen, the ones that belong to my grandmothers and mother. They're the ones hidden between the other books, Italian classics such as Artusi's The Art of Eating Well, various other books … Continue reading We are what we eat (but make it Italian)

Bologna porticoes and the women’s marches

I took the picture last Thursday in Bologna before the women's marches. There's something so calming about Bologna. It manages to be lively and vibrant without feeling chaotic. It's also one of Italy's oldest university cities (yet feels more like a big town), is home to so much cultural and political activity. I sat in … Continue reading Bologna porticoes and the women’s marches

It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas…

The other day I went to the lighting of the Christmas tree in Piazza del Duomo in Milan. Milan is a special place to be at Christmas, and I might be biased as I love Milan at any time of the year, apart from summer maybe when it can get far too hot. But when … Continue reading It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas…

Arancini di riso alla milanese or Milanese style rice balls

Saturday 25th November marks the International Day for the Elimination of Violence against Women. I want to share a recipe for arancini di riso, or little oranges of rice as they're known, a popular dish from the south of Italy. The reason I want to share them is because I ate them once, cooked by … Continue reading Arancini di riso alla milanese or Milanese style rice balls

A place called home

I remember when I first came to Italy being so attracted by the whole aura surrounding being a tavola or at the table. It was the thing I loved most, being at a table laid with all this wonderful food, wine flowing and everyone talking over one another. Not that I could understand any of it. I … Continue reading A place called home