Ah, my poor Italian soccer team! Six days ago they were eliminated from the World Cup —which was very sad both because they were the winners...

  So, this pasta has a funny Italian name. Fermo degli odori. The thing here is, the name is kind of funny not only because it's an Ital...

 Just to prove to myself and to the rest of the world that I can indeed cook something other than seafood, I made some good pork chops the ...

What did I tell you about being on a fish kick? I mean, I seriously can't stop eating the stuff. And that's crazy because I've n...

One of the most exciting things I'm experiencing now that I moved back to Italy is the diversity of ingredients. Every time I go to the ...

  My grandma was famous among relatives for many things —her wonderfully fluffy gnocchi, her impatience, her love for books—but one of the t...

  Remember about a month ago, when I was talking about the rain and the low temperatures? Well, that's definitely all gone and forgotten...

I think that, by now, you all know that recipes that contain yeast and I don't get along. Yeast and I are both temperamental and moody, ...

Since summer it's practically here, I decided it would be a good time to use up everything that is in the fridge and pantry that is kind...

If Milano were a spice, it would be pungent saffron. If it were a noise, it would be the subdued bell cable cars ring when they turn into th...