Quick, it’s artichoke season, hurry to the market. There are bulbous deep purple Romanescos, paler green but equally plump globes, and pretty tulip shaped violette. There are baskets, piles, and crates. Truckloads parked on street corners selling ten for a song. The first time I cooked artichokes they were an unmitigated disaster. I had chanced upon them at the Victoria Market, and probably just the … Continue reading How to peel an artichoke and other stories.
This year, on May 1 to be precise, I will celebrate ten years in Italy. Ten years since I lugged a large case and several other bags up the three flights of stairs in Via del Babuino only to be told by Angelica, the art student that rented a room from my friend Colinette, who happened to be in Australia, that if I crossed the … Continue reading anniversaries and artichokes