itinerant gastronomer

Today began as many other days do in Italy, with strong coffee and some breakfast.  I am happy to say that there are no cookies in sight in this home,

Ciao! Well Bologna is not what I expected whatsoever.  It’s full of young people and very crowded.  It is crazy-crowded.  None of this is bad, it’s just not the Bologna

Bonsoir!  WOW.  HOLY MACKEREL.  I love Nice.  I love love love, love love, Nice.   And France, although I’ve only yet been to this one tiny city.  But if it’s

I road the bike into Quargnento yesterday, to catch the bus into Alessandria where I spent the afternoon browsing shops and walking around.  I have no pictures.  My apologies, but

Ciao!  I’m working on adding recipes to a separate page, but I’ve been promising I’d get these to you this weekend, and I don’t feel like messing with the page

When I came downstairs for breakfast this morning, I couldn’t help but notice the ugly gray skies and ferocious winds.  I thought, “Oh my god, is it actually going to

….To the cascina this weekend.  Paolo and Annamaria are taking the kids to Venice and leaving me in charge.  I was supposed to head to Nice on Saturday morning, but couldn’t

Good Evening!  Or Good Afternoon, your time :). It’s been busy here at Cascina Zerbetta.  Yesterday I helped Paolo clean the wine cellar from the vendemmia this year.  This essentially involves

Today was Anna’s mother’s birthday, which meant a full-blown Italian-style Sunday dinner.  Around 10:30 people started showing up, some described themselves as family and others just told me their name.