The beginning of November takes us by the hand, leading us to winter season. November is a month that often arouses melancholy. On the contrary, you can live it as a moment of pause, as the occasion to stay with…

Coming back to Rome it looks like coming back home. And then, when you leave Rome, you miss it. I miss red pizzas at the Campo dei Fiori bakery I miss the thousand of fountains, visiting a church and finding…

Yesterday I’ve cooked an apple pie for the first time. I’ve read an old recipes book and I’ve carefully followed  any  steps and  instruction, trying not to make mistakes. Only after having put it in hoven I realized that I…

I love Emilia. A region that smells like balsamic vinegar, Parmisan cheese, mortadella and authenticity. I love Emilian people too. Their hospitality and their inborn frankness. Emilians choose the efficency, the practicality, they are pragmatic souls, but they use their…