As often when the daylight starts to stay longer I have problems falling asleep: at midnight I could easily do any kind of chore or spend time with mobile or tv…
Tonight, not knowing what to do while all the other family members were asleep, I checked the WordPress app for mobile; I have it on my phone but never really looked at it, I dedided to give a try writing a post.
I can say what you can do from mobile is just a small part of what I usually do to complete a post: no way to insert recipe box, no way to write the recipe but at least I can write the post and I can feel productive even when I am in bed. 😀
As you see I’m deep into cooking experiments at the moment, so deep I started again with my usual recipe exchange with a close circle of food blogger friends.
Blogs are in italian only so I don’t bother share links you cannot read but I can tell I had to dig deep into the blog I was paired with because it has hundreds, and I mean HUNDREDS of recipes.
Some are local, some come from far, far away: I decided to stay in the middle and I choosed a recipe from Malta, the Bigilla.
I spent a lot of time baking lately.
I will never be able to make all the baking recipes I have on my many, many books but at least I can give a try with the recipes I find on cookbooks I receive from lovely friends! 🙂
I have a dear friend near Venice, she is called Sara and she is such a strong but delicate human being; few years ago she sent me an illustrated cookbook about Venetian cooking, filled with traditional recipes and anecdotes and watercolors designs, I really wanted to do something taken from this book.
I never post the right dish at the right time.
Not in time for Christmas, out of time for St. Valentine and so on.
This year I’m here more than a month in advance with a very special recipe for Easter.
How did I do this?
Well I baked this casatiello last year and I’ve never posted it. 🙁
What a shame…
Back to the usual routine after the big flu; quite happy because I truly hate being forced to rest.
Not my cup of tea, really: lying on the sofa or in the bed I start thinking about all the things I should do, all the things I could clean and tidy up.
Now that I’m ok I had the chance to attend the Birra Amarcord‘s 20 years of activity party, a great party with important chefs, pizza makers and, of course, gallons of Amarcord beer.
I think I ate the best pizza of my life there, made by Piccola Piedigrotta: if you are around Reggio Emilia book a table and taste it, trust me!