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Mom’s Homemade Pasta: A Sunday Tradition
Last night my Mom was making small maccheroni and orecchiette pasta for the Sunday lunch. Once again, I was close to the wooden countertop, enchanted, admiringing her precise simple gestures as I did when I was a child. I was glad my thought took strength from the fact that, even though years have passed since…
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Plop, plop, plop.. what’s in the pot?
I often return to childhood memories and time spent in our home just steps away from the beach. Indeed, I eagerly awaited the Summer holidays to run on the seashore, to jump the waves, to dive and splash around like a little duck until my fingers shriveled and the lips turned purple. It was great…
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Enjoying Rye Bread with Organic Apricot Jam: A Weekend Treat
Not all breads rise tall and full of soft crumbs. We tried our hand at preparing an excellent bread based on rye flour and various cereals and the result was this delicious bread with a good amount of humidity and a dense, compact texture. Even though out of oven, it kept on baking, for little…
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Nutrient-Packed Wholemeal Bread for Winter
For those, who prefer to spread creamy cheese on bread for breakfast. This morning there was an inviting smell of freshly baked bread throughout the house. I choose to make and bake a wholemeal bread with seeds and cereals. According to my opinion, it has a balanced supply of nutrients and is ideal to consume…
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Delicious Tagliatelle Dinner: Mussels and Ancient Wheat
Today, on the Epiphany Eve or on the twelfth day of Christmas, we prepared homemade tagliatelle pasta with good local ancient wheat flour and without eggs, as the local gastronomic tradition suggests. Usually, very rich meat or mushroom sauces are prepared to have with a tagliatelle dish. We preferred to serve tagliatelle with mussels, which…
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Create Opportunities: Morning Reflections for a Beautiful Day
On Monday 30th, early morning. It’s the end of the year. In the kitchen, the moka machine is bubbling and chugging coffee happily. It’s that time of the day, when the sky begins to turn pink and in your mind words start to run fast in a train and waves of thoughts lap without stopping…
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