Food speaks to me, and I speak my feelings through food. The ones that know me best are accustomed to this form of communication, and happily welcome my unspoken but cooked/baked words. A meal, a dessert, a “simple” loaf are to me very important and significant gestures. When visiting my friends, may it be in Italy or around the world, dedicating a little of my time to work in the kitchen and put together a meal to feed the people I care the most about is the norm. I am a Southern Italian Mamma deep inside my heart. Continue reading / Continua a leggere…
rise of the sourdough preacher 