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Spring onion & red chili cornbread.

Spring onion & red chili cornbread.

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. πŸ˜€

Bigilla, Maltese fava bean puree.

Bigilla, Maltese fava bean puree.

Hi all!

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.

Za’leti, typical Venetian cornmeal cookies.

Za'leti, typical Venetian cornmeal cookies.

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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! πŸ™‚

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.

Baked plain cheesecake.

Baked plain cheesecake.

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 Amarcordβ€˜sΒ  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!