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This post follows in the footsteps of my collaborative series with Enrica of Cervellifuori called Soul Food Recipe Exchange. It’s a way for me to pay homage and to share some of my favorite soul food recipes all the while … Continue reading
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Italy is filled with beautiful landscapes and the region of Piedmont does not disappoint one bit. With my birthday quickly approaching and being that I am in the last trimester of pregnancy, I felt the urge to take a day … Continue reading
Just the other day I was reminiscing about the weekend trip I took to Vienna a few years ago to visit my dear Cousin Anna who has been living there for a few years. The roommates in her flat were … Continue reading
For one of our wedding gifts, some friends of ours put together a picnic basket filled with all sorts of Italian goodies that were just waiting to be transformed into culinary delights. But one homemade item stood out from the … Continue reading
Having grown up in a multi-cultural city like Miami, my “love affair” with soul food initiated at a young age. But it wouldn’t become solidified until I moved to Denton, Texas where I attend the University of North Texas to … Continue reading
The last time I was in Florence was almost two years ago. I went there, only for the day, to assist as a translator for my dear friend Yolanda who wanted to meet her Italian-side of the family for the … Continue reading
When I first met Enrica from Cervelli fuori little did I know that I would be meeting a young woman whose family has been raising dairy cows since the 1600s in Italy. Her family owns and operates Cascina Fontanacervo, a high-quality, small … Continue reading
When I was contacted by Enrica of the blog Cervelli Fuori to contribute a recipe to their column, from the point of view of a foreigner living in Turin, I was immediately taken with the idea. Most Italians are not … Continue reading
These days, I miss more and more the food I was raised on. There are many dishes and desserts that come to mind, but I think it’s more about food memory: remembering what it was like to be in the … Continue reading
I come from a family of immigrants. My mother and her parents were Polish prisoners of war in Manila, the Philippines for 3 years during WWII. After the Americans rescued them, my Grandpa Jack decided that the USA would become … Continue reading
