….and if you don’t have a good appetite, you will as soon as you walk into Peppa’s kitchen and take a whiff of that tomato sauce simmering on her stove. On a…
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I couldn’t remember the exact location in Assisi’s cemetery of the burial vault of Clara Weiss, an Austrian Jewish refugee who had died (of natural causes) in 1944 while hidden in Assisi.…
On January 19, 2020, there was no water in the Bologna piazza –and certainly not desired by the forty-thousand sardines there. In Bologna, Pino and I joined the protesting Sardine who have…
No, not quite. Not a Peppa pig but Peppe‘s pig stars in this note. When Peppe told me the December date for the transformation of his butchered pig into prosciutto, capocollo, sausages,…
In late December, icy lips blow into trumpet mouthpieces while chilled fingers grip drumsticks, fly up and down the keys on many a sax and clang cymbals as musicians in jeans, navy…
On December 14th in Rome, we met our first Sardine heading up the escalator from the San Giovanni Metro stop. A woman in a red jacket – from Parma and in Rome…
Today, as an elderly Umberto served me his famous cioccolato caldo con la panna (hot chocolate with whipped cream)….. ….what memories of nippy November mornings in Perugia in 1969. I had studied…
I’ve written many times on one of my favorite Italian cities, Naples. A city to celebrate. A city always celebrating. A city of infinite pleasures. A city rich in human interactions. A…
A recent dinner in our Assisi farmhouse cooked up for Mary and friends – Pino doing most of the dishes – actually started in Orvieto. The Orvieto Saturday outdoor market is a…
There’s no doubt about it: Giuseppa opens her heart as well as her home to us as she serves up a rural feast. Can’t you just see the joy in her face?…