Scaloppine con crema di tartufo bianco

“September: it was the most beautiful word, I’ve always felt inside me, because it sounded blooming orange trees, swallows and regret” writes the American story teller Alexander Theroux in his book Darconville’s Cat. September, is a double month. Between summer…

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…

In summer i dream of the mountain and in winter i look for the sea. During a so strange year like this one , i dream with open eyes and i hope that all of us we could come back…

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…