Yesterday I walked through the garden. The path I usually take is no more. Wild boar dug it up the night before. They did not only dig up the path, their noses looked for all kinds of lovely foods also in the garden. What a force! It reminds me of a meticulously...
Yes, why write 'restaurant' near Umbertide and not simply restaurant? Well ... this place is not really a restaurant. You can eat here and very well. Any time of the day! Yes, they are open for lunch and dinner any day except Mondays. You eat what they have, no menu....
Snails are far from my favorite. Years passed by since I last ate them (in the typical French way where you pick them out of their shell). A week ago a friend of mine invited me to dinner. I had proudly said that I eat anything some time ago, so he did not bother...
Italy is number 1 design wise, well maybe yes, ok they are up there so to speak. And it is true you can enter unassuming shops and be more than pleasantly surprised what the owners have done with sometimes very little means. Unfortunately it is not always like that!...
So what does two days of removing tiny fruits from olive trees get you? Wel apart from some sore muscles and loads of small wounds from the aggressive trees ('ignorante' they say here in the local...
You can find them all over Umbria and it is a great addition to any meat stew, especially wildboar. Here in Umbria it is also used with eel from Lake Trasimeno roasted over an open fire. Sometimes some wood of the trees is added to a fire above which meats are roasted...
You want the real Italian experience so you drive, fly, or walk a long distance to the green heart of il bel paese. The sun is shining the bees are buzzing you rented your holiday home via...
Saturday was party day this week. The son of a friend had been baptized and in large parts of Italy that is a reason, not the only one mind you, for a party. They expected around 300 people. So a pig was...
'T'ammazzo!' she yelled at the smiling small boy sitting next to her wielding a large knife. What lovely peope they are I thought to myself. I sat at the head of a long table filled with family, not mine...
That is Italian for a stoner, a machine which removes pits/stones from fruit. Now we had loads of cherries from our neighbours that we could come and pick and now the cherry trees on the grounds where we...
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