A slice of a Blueberry Pound Cake in the morning, fragrant with lemon and vanilla. Espresso, inky and seductive, its aroma irresistible. Happy breakfast!
A glorious New York summer day, the sky a perfect turquoise, the grass flawlessly trimmed and inviting. A bottle of Chinotto, my favorite Italian soft drink, cooling in the fridge.
A new addition to my kitchenware, a stunning mirror-finish yellow bowl, made in Portugal, seamlessly blending with the soft all-cotton striped dish towel from Williams-Sonoma.
The little big things. Happiness is these moments, the colors, the kitchen, my tools of the trade.
Food is love is joy is gratitude.
Work on my cookbook cum stories proceeds smoothly. My mind is a whirlwind of memories, trips, picnics, moments frozen in time, but oh so alive!
So happy to have had such an extraordinary childhood in Italy.
Grazie, mamma e babbo.
To be continued.