memories are made of breakfasts

Leftover risotto and the women’s refuge

Arancini di riso are literally small oranges of rice or leftover risotto, deep-fried and delicious. My kids love them, so whenever I make risotto I generally make extra for arancini the day after. My recipe was given to me by a woman I met in a women's refuge. I was there at the refuge with my eight year… Continue reading Leftover risotto and the women’s refuge

Focaccia genovese and Recco beach

Focaccia will always have a special place in my heart, or rather in my stomach. Food is emotional, and it's what I remember eating when I first came here twenty years ago. There was a shop around the corner from the school where I worked. I'd go off and buy it for my lunch and then… Continue reading Focaccia genovese and Recco beach

Down amidst the cheeses at the deli

People say that you rarely get chance to eat anything on your wedding day. Wrong. I ate everything, deliberately made a point of finishing every single morsel of the menu me and my husband had painstakingly discussed with the chef. It was a three-day lakeside wedding (Lake Como), where English ladies in hats met Italian… Continue reading Down amidst the cheeses at the deli