Pasta Memories – Pasta abroad

Pasta Memories – Pasta abroad

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 – Teenage Penne

Pasta Memories – Teenage Penne

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

Pasta Memories – Pastina

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...

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