Travel – Italy

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Quiet of Winter in Italia

Though many places we visit in the summer are busy and full of people wearing visors and socks with sandals, in the winter they’re quite desolate. I can manage to appreciate both. On the one hand, I love to see people while their happy and on holiday but, on the other, I also enjoy the … Continue reading

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An Instance of Umbria

I am in the process of putting together a couple of stories for a project, so I’ll keep this brief and mysterious. Over the Christmas holidays, my husband and I visited Umbria.  And, I will tell you now, so far it’s on the top of my list for favourite region in Italy.  The people are … Continue reading

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Pizza Margherita & Pizza di Patate

Ah, pizza night at my house.  The only meal I am required to clean my oven by way of vacuum, afterwards. So, here are some photos – some legitimate photos.  Not just some iPhone snaps to make people jealous of my dinner.   But, to be fair, I don’t know what white balance this should … Continue reading

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Cookies: Brutti ma Buoni Meringhe con Cioccolato (Ugly, But Good Meringues with Chocolate)

My mother-in-law, Alberta, makes a TON of Brutti ma Buoni, every year for Christmas.  Hers is a completely different recipe; one with whole eggs and a flour made from various nuts that she picks up from the butcher, only during the holiday season.  They are delicious with a cup of coffee to dip them into, … Continue reading

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Ragu (As interpreted by the clever American wife of a Roman)

I cook.  A lot.  Every day.  From scratch and never from a box or the freezer.  Martha Stewart is my homey(…not really). Food is important in my house.  And by no fault of my own, I married a really picky Roman man.  Yes, he’s really from Rome… which is in Italy.. and he speaks Italian.. … Continue reading

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Making Cappelletti at Christmastime in Roma

Three years ago, my then boyfriend – and now husband, brought to me to meet his family in Rome, for the first time.  When I say family, I mean his parents, brother and all the other twenty close and extended relatives and friends that show up for Sunday lunches.  Yes, somehow, under the right conditions, … Continue reading

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