Of Iranian sweets and friends / Di dolci e amiche iraniane

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A mug of hot black tea, held tightly in both hands. A musical chatter, a lullaby from far. Love, friendship and pride. The language I am speaking of is farsi, and the women sitting on the floor in a tight circle, a cup of tea always filled in their hands, are my aunt’s friends. Continue reading / Continua a leggere…

Fridge emptying skills: Satsumaimo pan japanese sweet potato bread rolls / Abilità svuotafrigo: Satsumaimo pan o anche panini giapponesi alla patata dolce

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Lately my fridge-emptying skills have been quite bad. Unable of resisting the impulse of filling it up with all sorts of fruit and vegetables I plan to cook or bake with. But then I get lost, too much blogging around, recipe searching, the occasional invite for lunch or dinner, late dinners that get resolved with a quick pasta or simple bread and cheese. Fruits and vegetables lying in the bottom drawer of the fridge, to be found just in time before they’re due to be thrown away. Continue reading / Continua a leggere…