My Italian food
If you look at a map of Italy, you may be surprised to realise that almost half of the country is made up of peaks and mountain ridges. The Val Comino belongs to this lesser-known and still relatively unspoilt Italy: a green and rugged, territory where Lazio, Abruzzo and Molise meet.
Continue reading “Pizza di zucchine della Val Comino (Courgette pie from the Comino valley, in southern Lazio)”
December 2025
“Oh! What a dreadful illness hunger is!” exclaims Pinocchio in the fifth chapter of his adventures. At the beginning of the chapter we find the wooden puppet desperate from the pangs of hunger, finally aware of how hard it is to be alone in the world, without a family. Suddenly, however, his troubles seem at an end. In the middle of a heap of rubbish he catches sight of a beautiful white egg and begins to fantasise about how he might cook it: as a frittata? fried?
Continue reading “Frittata al prezzemolo, aglio e pecorino (Frittata with parsley, garlic and pecorino)”
Jeanne Caròla Francesconi (1903-1995) is the doyenne of Neapolitan cookery and the author of the seminal La Cucina Napoletana(1965). Here, an informative article about signora Francesconi.
From that book, I cooked this excellent rice dish. Plain boiled rice is dressed with a basil tomato sauce, butter and parmesan, then poured in a cake tin, with a mozzarella and extra tomato sauce layer in the middle and baked. The contrast between the deliciously crisp outside and the cheesy soft inside is just wonderful.
Straightforward cooking, delicious eating.
Tiramisù is one of my (and the world’s) favourite desserts. The combination of savoiardi (sponge biscuits), luscious mascarpone cream and bitter coffee and cocoa powder is a winner. It is quick to make and its ingredients are easily available (also outside Italy). What’s not to like?
Continue reading “Tiramisù alle fragole con pistokeddos and alchermes (strawberry tiramisù with Sardinian pistokeddos sponge biscuits and alchermes liqueur)”
A few days ago, I helped a friend to clear his garden after the previous day’s severe pollarding that followed a storm which had toppled one of the trees. At first, I did not pay much attention to those thick branches that carpeted the grounds; then I picked up one of them, scrunched a couple of leaves and my nostrils were hit by the unmistakable, wonderful perfume of bay: lemony and with hints of nutmeg and pine.
Continue reading “Sugo di pomodoro con alloro e cannella (tomato sauce with bay leaves and cinnamon)”
Italian home cooking 