When I think about Valentine's Day and love, everything begins with Noa. I see myself in her way to deal with love and family. When we sit together drinking a tea on a Sunday afternoon or while we watch a movie, she would curl up on her pillow in the corner and she…
When I wake up in the morning, the first thing that I do is to open my kitchen window. I inhale the fresh air, it wakes me up more than the steaming cup of coffee that will shortly follow. I turn left to see if my dad and my sister…
There was a time, before Tommaso came into my life, when I would share my bed with a stack of cookbooks. I knew them by name, I would leaf through them before falling asleep, I would take note of all the recipes I wanted to try. I found words and meanings that…
Garlic is the peasant’s spice cupboard. Spices were essential to sophisticated cuisine from the middle ages until at least the seventeenth century. But the rural masses couldn’t afford them. Garlic, leek and onion, by contrast, stank of poverty. Which is not to imply the well-to-do refused to eat these pungent vegetables…
Some time ago I realized that I was not able to focus anymore, I could not remember what I had to do. I strove to be present to myself, but most of the time after five minutes all my intentions would vanish. It was like writing on the seashore. I would draw…
In a field one summer’s day a Grasshopper was hopping about, chirping and singing to its heart’s content. An Ant passed by, bearing along with great toil an ear of corn he was taking to the nest. “Why not come and chat with me,” said the Grasshopper, “instead of toiling…