Childhood memories of my mother’s Clafoutis and Red currant Clafoutis / Ricordi del Clafoutis di mia madre e il mio Clafoutis ai ribes

Clafoutis. This dessert evokes many different images in my mind. The oven glowing with a warm yellow light, just like a lighthouse at the far right side of the kitchen, filling the room with the sweet and dense scent of cherries and fresh cream. I cherished those moments when – even though it sounds so un-poetic – my mom would take the bag of precooked pitted black cherries from the kitchen cupboard because I knew exactly what was coming on.

Holidays+Fridge=Apple & Red Berries Curd / Vacanze+Frigo=Curd di Mele e Ribes

Sometimes I do miss my old self. Planning my holidays in every single detail, bagagge accurately packed two to three days before. Everything under control. Not anymore. Improvising has become part of my daily life…and I must say quite to my delight. Having no schemes and schedules (ok not so many schemes and schedules, I still need some!) provides me with unpredictable tasks, problems to solve, in one word: excitement.