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I am fully aware as I start this post that there’s pretty much zero possibility of me getting through it without making at least one ball
Instagram is a wondrous thing. It’s definitely my social media addiction of choice (@leannekilroy)
This is one of those things I was totally expecting to hate. I mean, it’s nearly entirely made of nuts. And nuts and I, for reasons unexplained, have never been friends.
A few weeks ago, while perusing our local specialty (i.e. overpriced imported goods) shop, we happened upon a few perfect little black truffles from Western Australia, hermetically sealed in plastic marked with their weight in grams.
You’d think that after having posted 14 different pasta recipes – and making countless more – I’d have the whole thing down. Especially when it comes to a weekday, throw-it-together kind of pasta.
I’m not usually one of those people who doesn’t know what they want for dinner. Growing up, discussions about dinner used to take up the whole ride to school with my dad, who was generally in charge of the hair-brushing, English muffin-toasting morning routine.
This is as traditional as it gets. If you want to truly taste Bologna, this is about as close as you can get to a legitimate, authentic Bolognese sauce. Just thinking about it brings me back under the porticoes.
I truly don’t know what we would do without our neighbors. They’re the ones who made us feel totally welcome when we first arrived in Australia
I’m going to be brief today thanks to yesterday’s 5 bottles of wine. And though I should probably not be staring into an abnormally blinding computer screen in my condition,
Maybe you know someone who really has fallen in love over a plate of spaghetti and meatballs or been swept away by an aphrodisiacly absurd chocolate cake. And I’m sure it’s possible.
Oh, comfort food! Is there anything more befitting that name than pasta in a creamy, cheesy sauce?
Though Francesco and I normally breeze through life surrounded by heart-shaped bubbles and flower petals falling at our feet, we, like every other couple, have our share of kerfuffles.
Things are a little hectic around here. It’s almost midnight and there’s a cake in the oven (yes, that one.
Guanciale, pecorino romano, tomato puree, chili flakes, wine, and bucatini: everything you need to make the perfect amatriciana.
The first time I had this dish it almost killed me. It was a hot summer night in Rome. Francesco and I were still in the wooing stage of things, and I was still apt to impress him with my taste for fine whiskey (which I hate) and ability to wander museums for loooong stretches (which I don’t possess)
In any small town in the southern Italian region of Puglia, you’ll see groups of teenagers, grandmothers and babies, couples young and old
Though I mentioned my dad in the about section of this blog, my mom has made a huge impact on my cooking. Which makes for really interesting results considering how different her cooking style –