dandelion green salad with warm dressing

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I’ve admitted by shortcomings when it comes to foraging. I want to be a better forager. I intend to be a better forager. And one day I will be a better forager.

But in the meantime, when I have a springtime craving for dandelion green salad I have a very nifty trick. I invite my friend Carol over, and she is bound to arrive with a bag of freshly gathered dandelion greens. You see, Carol is very good at foraging (at least for dandelion greens). And she’s even better at being a dinner guest. Not only did she arrive with a bag-o-greens, she brought me a thick slice of pancetta and a nice red onion.

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fittata of wild asparagus

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Going to the markets in Rome in the spring is intoxicating. While I like cavolo nero, broccoletti and cicoria as much as the next girl, come April I am so over cruciferous anything. But spring brings artichokes, peas, fave and asparagus. And the season is so short for this spring bounty, that I buy and cook as much of them as possible.
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marcella’s farm wife’s tart – my way

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Even though I stopped on the way up to Todi, at a truck stop, and bought not one but two pastieras, along with a kilo of biscotti; and even though I loaded up on WAY too many chocolate eggs the other day in Rome at Valzani; today I found myself baking a cake. Which I needed like a hole in my head.

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a pecorino bonanza: caseificio giuliani

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We’ve had our house in Todi for 20 years. So, you’d think I would know every square inch of country side around our home. The butcher, the baker…there’s even a candle stick maker (well, he makes honey and sells the wax). But the other day, on our way up to the house, we took a back road – a sort of short cut – since I was hoping the little super market in Collelungo would be open.
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shopping for wine: finding treasure in a mall

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Usually the words supermarket wine means jugs of horrid plonk with screw on tops. Even in Italy, where you can get pretty great wines at affordable prices, the choices of high end wines – or even interesting wines –  in supermarkets is usually pretty limited. Unless you head over the mall at Collestrada and hit the IperCoop.

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