Since I have moved away from downtown Florence, when I return I tend to go back to my same favorites over and over when I come down to run errands or do my market tours. I have been wanting to try BarbaGarga since it opened and finally got a chance to go to lunch with…
The Italian Way – Crostata con Pecorino e Pere
Italians have a way with recipes. I was trained as a pastry chef, but since I learned to make the Pasta Frolla pie crust, it is the only crust I use. Now that I have moved my teaching space to Colle Val D’Elsa, I have new inspirations. While shopping for bread at the local forno,…
Italian Father’s Day- Pasta con la Mollica
Almost everyday in Italy there is something to celebrate and celebrations mean food. Being a Catholic country, there is a Saint for everyday. March 19th is St. Joseph’s day, Joseph being the father of Jesus, it is Father’s Day in Italy. What better way to celebrate than with food? Here in Tuscany we eat fried…
I love foto’s
As I was sitting here downloading foto’s to my external hard drive, I waste so much time thinking about when and where I took the foto’s. People and places, food and wine. I thought I would just share a few as a slide show here. It is almost like being with me! “Picnik Show“ Create…
Changing Seasons- Il Mio Giardino
I adore when spring comes to Tuscany. My garden begins to gift me free food. This was a really wet winter and most of our winter salads and other plants didn’t survive the wet weather or the intense snow here. So as it finally begins to warm up, I am thrilled to be able to…
New Market- New Friends
First class at my new space in Colle Val D’Elsa began on Friday which is marktet day.If you have never have seen an Italian weekly market, it is like the Mall coming to you. I will post more foto’s later on the variation of “shops” which are at the market, today just a collage of…
Celebrate!
Wow- how can you miss me if I don’t go away? Things got a little out of hand to say the least. My trip to California was wacko with family and work and before I left I signed a contract on a new space to teach from in Colle Val D’Elsa. While I was gone,…
My City by the Bay
When ever I talk to my sister and tell her I am coming home, she always says “You ARE home”, meaning Italy. Time flies and I have now been living in Italy for 27 years- almost more than the time I spent in the USA. But there is something about breathing the air by the…