“Non vedo l’ora!” In Italian, this literally means, “I don’t see the hour.” But colloquially, it means, “I can’t wait!” This is how I feel about the re-opening of the Carmine Market in Lucca where I now live.
Sometimes I have to work for it. Other times a recipe comes to me as easily as seeing writing on a wall. In the case of the classic Pisco Sour Cocktail, it literally did.
I don’t know about you, but sometimes I need to leave my own kitchen and eat out to find new inspiration.
National sandwich month (USA) was in August, but I’m aiming for pear season, so I feel right on queue.
Things taste bolder when roasted. No, not coffee beans… Take colorful bell peppers for example.
With the simple swap of one ingredient you can visit the flavors of Sicily or the Middle East.
The first time I had battered, fried olives was about 20 years ago in Tivoli, Italy in a little restaurant off a twisty, windy street. I’ve since seen them pop up on a few restaurant appetizer menus.