Sometimes you have treasures around you , you could never thought about & you discover them just because you are a curious person! That’s exactly what happened to me some days ago : I went – for the first time – into a Fabiani jewelry in my birth town , Pistoia, and while I was … More Pistoia : a jewelry that is jewel itself
What a great Sunday yesterday ! Some months ago I had the pleasure to meet a foodblogger from Prato – Stefania Storai www.minaelesuericette.ifood.it & she invited me to this event in Prato called : Pastamadre day , litteraly in English could be “mother dough “: the name is easly understanding , because it is from … More Prato & PastaMadreDay : sourdough for homemade bread & focaccia
I would like to ask you if you miss, sometime or very often ☺️, a city as much as I miss London. To me it is a kind of nostalghia or , as I learned in Portugal , the “saudade” a strange , deep feeling inside your stomac, in your heart growing every day a … More London to me : missing a city as a person,is it possible ?
My grand-grandmother Inès used to prepear these at home during autumn season when in Pistoia’s countryside farmers killed pigs to make sausages,ham,ciccioli,salame & ….these original kind of crêpes made of pig’s blood . In Italy we have a saying : “del maiale non si butta niente! ” in English :We use all parts of … More MadeinPistoia : ever tried migliacci?a special kind of crêpe made of…blood!
You know I love this city as I could love a friend or a man or a mother who gives you life Love it because it is a shining gem Inside myself It knocks every day at ️my heart’s door and I answer Yes, here I am Here you are Nothing changes if nothing changes … More London to me