There is beauty and peace to be found in simplicity.
My 2 years in New York were… Not good. I was crippled by anxiety, haunted by old and new demons, trying to do too much too quickly to distract myself, to keep up with everyone and everything else. I became someone I hated. Someone that was unable to enjoy and understand the good moments.
And then I moved to the Midwest. I slowed down. I tried to start afresh. Continue reading “Ravioli with brown butter”
Anyone who knows me well will tell you I am not very good at the whole ‘letting go’ business. I dwell on situations and conversations for months… Some times years.
I replay them in my head over and over again, think of what I could have said or done differently. I scold myself for not having done this or that differently. It exacerbates my anxiety but, unfortunately, it is not I can just turn off. I would love to, believe me… It is, however, something I have learned to live with, it’s part of who I am. Continue reading “Tagliatelle with corn crema and tomatoes”
Nonna Carla was a great cook. Or so I have been told; I was too little when she passed away to remember.
But there are always the stories… I don’t think she knew how to make anything when she got married and there was something or the other about a giant panettone spilling all over the communal village oven – That, of course, didn’t stop her: if that, it made her more determined and adventurous in the kitchen.
It seems that once she did learn how to cook she loved feeding family and friends and she virtually fed my parents when they had married and were living in Panama, across the world from her home in Ostia, by enclosing some of her recipes to the long letters she wrote regularly. Continue reading “Italian Stuffed Onions”