Food

We don’t often think about it, but meats also have seasons. Just as lamb is a talisman of the spring, autumn and early winter is pork season. In the days before freezers, it was the time of the year when …

Fall is magnificent in Umbria. Wisps of morning mist envelope the fields like a veil. Later in the day, the sun is mellow, the light is golden, the leaves on the trees a rainbow of orange and reds. This is …

Naples has her sfogliatella, the North plays with the Teutonic idea of krapfen, but Rome… Rome has the maritozzo.  You look at it and it’s perfect: golden and shiny, sliced in a half, its creamy filling perfectly levelled all at …

I only ever cook sweet peppers in the summer when they are in season. They are thick fleshed, sweet, and flavorful, in contrast to their sad winter counterparts. In Italy, as the weather turns cold in the fall, they become …

If you had to define Italian cuisine with one, single adjective, what would you chose? Personally, I’d go for “simple.” Simplicity is key in many of our most famous recipes, just as attention to using quality ingredients is. But I …

Towards the end of October, chestnuts finally make their irresistible appearance on our markets in Umbria. This humble fruit has been a staple of the Mediterranean diet for millennia. Near Mount Etna in Sicily, there is a chestnut tree which …

Summer has been long and hot here in the Umbria hills, so ragù or cream sauces don’t really appeal with these temperatures. We do consume an inordinate amount of tomato salad and mozzarella, enough to feed a small army. However, …

My love for pizza fritta (fried pizza) dates back to the years of high school. One of my best friends’ dad was from Naples and he would make it quite regularly: tales about how good it was were legendary. My …

Roman cuisine is as iconic as the city it was born in, with many of its most typical dishes having become integral part of our national food tradition, from carbonara to pasta alla gricia, all the way to deliciously cheesy …

Passignano sul Trasimeno is the Portofino of Umbria, minus the glamour. A cone of gelato in your hands is practically obligatory for the ritual passeggiata along the shores of Lake Trasimeno. My fellow Perugians flock to the village on Sunday …