If you are my mom, my friend, my mom's friend, or someone who likes pictures of pasta, you may have participated in my quarantine cooking...

I would’ve thought that suddenly finding myself living through an earth-altering pandemic would change my priorities. Maybe I’d ponder...

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...

Three weeks ago, I finished my first semester of culinary school. It was a whirlwind six months of chopping, cleaning, and standing over...

I had some doubts about the two classes I'd be taking at the end of my fall semester in culinary school. First, there would be Cooking...

October was not my month. After a week of eating everything in sight in Sicily, I returned to school at the beginning of the month to...

There was blood everywhere. Pooled on the ground and into buckets. Crusted on fishermen's boots and in their fingernails. Swirling in...

I was so unsure of myself the first few days of working in a restaurant kitchen that I might as well have never cooked anything before in...

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...

Before I knew I was going to Italy or even considering culinary school — and when I wasn't following recipes from my favorite sites like...

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...

On the first day of my first culinary class, Introduction to Professional Cooking, I put on my chef get-up for the first time, laughing...