Tradition Archives

Pasta Memories – Pasta abroad

by Leaves | 22 Oct, 2015 | #PastaMagic, Cooking, Tradition

In my twenties I travelled a lot across Europe, I moved to Amsterdam where I lived for 5 years, before settling in amazing Ireland. Exactly like in some typical jokes, when you are abroad as an Italian you can expect a lot of people reacting screaming things like...

Pasta Memories – Fuel for study nights

by Leaves | 16 Oct, 2015 | #PastaMagic, Cooking, Tradition

There is one thing that I love of Italian culture: the appreciation of the beauty of sitting at home with friends, around the table. Eating well, drinking well and having a great time. We are trained like this starting from a very young age. The pizza night with...

Pasta Memories – Independence in a bowl

by Leaves | 13 Oct, 2015 | #PastaMagic, Cooking, Tradition

I like to think I’ve always been a free spirit. I gave my parents quite a few headaches (although I’m sure a lot of satisfaction too) as I always wanted to do things my way. Recently I was thinking of some of these moments in my teenage years, when I...

Pasta Memories – Teenage Penne

by Leaves | 10 Oct, 2015 | #PastaMagic, Cooking, Tradition

I am a lucky guy. For many reasons. One of them is that I always had the chance to come back home for lunch during my middle school years. I’m lucky because my mum would wake up super-early everyday, do all the prepping necessary before going to work (she worked...

Pasta Memories – Pastina

by Leaves | 7 Oct, 2015 | #PastaMagic, Cooking, Tradition

Winter can get quite cold in Milano. And I’ve never been a fan of the cold (unless on a snowy mountain with skis on my feet). But there is one thing. When the nose is running, or when the tummy aches, or if the throat burns, there is one thing that always seemed...

Pasta Memories – Childhood under the Calabrian sun

by Leaves | 4 Oct, 2015 | #PastaMagic, Cooking, Tradition

The series “Pasta Memories” is a tribute to the food that followed me throughout every period of my life. Like a best friend, or a devoted family member, pasta has been there to mark all important (and not so important) moments of my life so far. Exploring...