Back in January, during the kind of sunset stroll in Florence that always makes me sigh with admiration and fantasize about making...

In the fall, when Florence's supermarkets and pastry shops were full of schiacciata con l'uva — the city's famous flatbread studded with...

It seems that all of my cooking tasks this week were designed to work my muscles — not just my culinary mind and physical posture, but my...

It involves grapes. Tons and tons of sweet, squishy, in-season grapes. It's called schiacciata all'uva, and it's a fruity twist on...

I realized many moons ago that my mom will always love me no matter what, that she is the most important person in my life, and that I...

You've probably been seeing a lot of red lately. Not because you've been blinded by rage or experiencing optical troubles (at least, I...

Florence has been smelly. And hot. And crowded. And covered in graffiti and full of loud people and aggressive pigeons. I noticed this my...

It's been a difficult week, full of many solo pasta dinners (not the worst thing), long walks alone (also not awful) and conversations...