Sometimes I wake up listless, without any desire to cook. There is nothing to do. I eat what my fridge gives me without any hesitations. It is useless to force me when I ‘m in this mood, the only thing is hoping that it goes away quickly. On the other hand, there are days when I wake up with lots of energy and desire to spread my energy around, without the slightest sign of sluggishness. After a really tiring phase, often some new energy comes back to cheer me up. Sometimes the level of this new energy is so high that it turns into impatience. Read more
People who know me quite well know that when I put my mind on something, sooner or later I do it. It was like that for this recipe too, since I loved it on Manuela’s blog, I’ve only waited a few days to go into action. For foreign friends who follow me Krumiri is a kind of biscuit born in the Piedmont Region, well known and really appreciated all over Italy. It’s funny because when I was in Italy, I dreamed of eating brownies, cupcakes and bagels, but since I’m in Canada I want to eat all the things I used to eat when I was in Italy. Krumiri are among these things. Don’t get me wrong, I can find Krumiri even in Montreal, but only in a few stores that import them directly from Italy for a price that is not really convenient. You will understand my pleasure when I tried to do them on my own, and immediately sent the recipe to my Italian friend Caterina, who sometimes is homesick, as I am … I slightly modified the original recipe using hazelnut flour instead of corn flour so choose the version you prefer, I’m sure that sooner or later you’re going to try both!
When I found beautiful tulips at the supermarket, I wanted to purchase them all in every color. After several minutes wondering which color I should buy, I chose the yellow ones, thinking that they would go perfectly with the mango salad I wanted to prepare the day after. My lust for yellow tulips and salads go at the same speed with the calendar. Even though two days ago a storm covered the city with snow again, and the temperature is still too close to zero, according to the calendar it’s spring and I feel like eating something colorful. Read more
This recipe is not what you think it is – from the Viking era, but rather the recipe of a friend who I love and miss a lot. Vikingo with “O” at the end as we say in Italy, is the nickname given by my brother, to my friend Fabio who taught me how to make these potatoes. I must say first of all that Fabio loves all food, but only if it’s made with pork and onions, and above all if it’s fried. His girlfriend Chiara, my good friend too, tried to force him to eat “healthier” but in vain, for him soups and salads don’t have the right to be considered as food. Indeed being at Vikingo and Chiara ‘s place is like being in the supermarket.
Being a woman usually means that you can easily be seduced by a lot of things. Furthermore, if you are a woman who loves cooking, you probably will have problems not only in front of a shop window full of shoes or bags, but also at the supermarket. Whenever I have a few more minutes to spare and I’m in a good mood, I ‘m able to come home with a good number of ingredients because I fell in love just with their labels or colors. Read more