Confession n. 2: the thing I love most of this blog is that it let me mix together so many different things like an Italian symbol (pasta), an exotic spice (saffron) and…kilts & bagpipes??!! You probably think I’m crazy but the story is not so complicated. As you know I left my hometown in Italy and now I live in Switzerland. Basel it’s really a lovely town but I suppose it’s normal that we miss a lot our families and friends and it’s normal too that when they come to visit our hearts fill with joy. That is exactly what happened few weeks ago when my beloved friend Lucia came here. It was a special week-end for almost 2 reason:
1) I’m the food blogger and she’s the beauty and make-up blogger… guess who cooked? Just a suggestion: not me!
2) It was the Basel Tattoo week-end. It’s not of course as famous as the Edinburgh Military Tattoo but it’s a nice show with military band coming from all over the world, fireworks and a free parade in the heart of the city. The strangest thing is that, even if I’m certainly not a military fanatic, I’m moved every time I see something similar and, watching a band after another, my comment always was: “Ok, my favourite are always that with the skirt!” meaning of course that my favourite are always the Scottish. I think there’s something touching in the way they are so proud of their history, their kilts and bagpipes. Read more
Confession: every time I make a travel I leave my house saying: “No, this time I swear I won’t go to eat Italian!”… and every time I end up in an Italian restaurant asking myself “why do they have spaghetti with meatballs in the menu??!!”
The reality is that we in Italy love “polpette” (that is of course the Italian name of meatballs) but I had them for the first with a dish of spaghetti only when we saw Walt Disney’s “Lady and the Tramp”. My brother loved so much the movie that he asked my mother to have a dish like the one in this picture … Read more
Red pesto or red passion? I have already talked about my tomatoes addiction and here is another recipe that combines my beloved pasta with sun-dried tomatoes, an ingredient that is very typical in all the Mediterranean Sea. If you take a map you can easily understand why all the countries bordering this sea have so many things in common: it seems so small, doesn’t it? But there was a time, hundreds of years ago, when this pond was as big as the entire world. His waters were perilous and the Phoenicians, the Greeks and the Romans plied this sea asking themselves if they would return. Few of them tried to cross the Pillars of Hercules (geographically speaking that means cross the strait of Gibraltar, leaving the Mediterranean Sea and entering the Atlantic Ocean).
Hallo world! Here I am after lazy summer days spent dreaming my next holiday…. I have to wait another 3 weeks then the beautiful Sardinia sea will be mine! But in these days I was so lucky to pay a visit to my parents in Italy enjoying all the things I love of my beautiful country. Remember me saying that the things I miss most of Italy is the possibility to drink a good cappuccino surrounded by wonderful work of art? Even in small town like my home town you can have this experience, so today I want to tell you the story of a magical sanctuary, that is the one where my husband and I get married nearly 2 years ago. The shrine is dedicated to the Weeping Madonna that saved the town during a battle. It was February 1552 and Italy was again place of collision of foreign countries. Few young citizens insulted the French army and the French general decided to have his revenge destroying the city. But then, just before the army entered the city, the statue of the Madonna started weeping and, stricken by this miracle, the French general Odet the Foix came into the town and deposed his helmet and his sword, suddenly followed by his soldiers. To celebrate this miracle the citizens decided to build a sanctuary. The first stone was deposed in 1594 and since that date this sacred site has a special place in the heart of every Treviglio’s inhabitant. Every time I think at my home town and at this place, my heart is light and full of joy so that’s the reason I decided to match this story with a recipe that is light (no butter!) and that is very similar to a cake that my mother often cooked when I was a child. I remember perfectly the scent of oranges spread throughout our home… hope this smell will reach your heart! Buon appetito!
– 2 eggs
– 160 g of sugar
– 2 teaspoons of orange zest
– 2 teaspoons of lemon zest
– 125 g of extra virgin olive oil
– 185 g of flour
– half teaspoon of yeast
– 60 ml milk
– 60 ml orange juice
Beat the eggs with the sugar. Add the lemon and the orange zest and gradually the olive oil. Pour the flour and the yeast alternating with the milk and the orange juice. Mix well and pour in a buttered and floured. Cook in pre-heated oven at 180°C (350° F) for 45 minutes.