Tuesday, November 3, 2009


While in the States this summer, a friend said to me that one of the best meals of his life had been at my house the year before when he and his family were traveling in Tuscany. Really? I remember the night he and his family ate with us, but for the life of me I couldn’t remember what I had cooked. Che peccato. Seeing my confused look, he reminded me that I had tried something new, pumpkin ravioli with pecorino mint sauce for the primo. I had a moment of panic as I thought, how did I make that? As most of the things I make are passed to me from Italians a voce, if I don’t write them down or cook them again soon, they could be forgotten. After my initial panic subsided at possibly forgetting how I made someones favorite meal, I decided it was time to get serious about taking kitchen notes. Thus, my kitchen journal is starting. Hopefully I can continue through all the glorious seasons of the gastronomic flavors here in Tuscany.

1 comment:

  1. Brava!!! I hope you can capture in writing all the love and care you put into your often shared meals. Sitting around your table is always a memorable experience. Lots of laughter, new tastes, warm friendship. You and Sean are awesome. May your hospitality bless many more in years to come... even with all the hurry, and sheer work involved! Love you, Charmaine