Fillets of sea bream with pistachio of Bronte

She waited him for the supper that evening. She liked to be with him. Intelligent, pleasant, of good manners, ironic he debated in the correct way even the most banal theme. She also found him very nice and with a beautiful sporting physique. The evening was prospected interesting and she was certain that they would be had a good time together. She prepared everything with care and she took care of every smallest detail. Especially in the choice of the menù, convinced as she was of the symbolic importance of the food. She elaborated it doing so that the table it was the prelude of the thalamus and she created for them a simple recipe but refined that it predisposed their bodies and souls to the sharing of the pleasure: Fillets of sea bream with pistachio of Bronte.

Fresh noodles with cuttlefish’s ink

"Do you not have a boyfriend?"

"No", she answered.

"How is possible?", said him

"The men have terribly bored me."

Then he bent, he gave a kiss on her lips and he said: "Can I be your Valentine?

She looked at him with surprised air and she answered: "No, you cannot be him. You are too much young."

But, in that same moment she felt a worrisome scrunch in the wall inside which she had barricaded her emotions, months and months of job of construction that it was crushed in few second. She didn't want it, squashed on the crack a mortar anti-passion, and she went.

The mortar however it didn't have a good taking, fortunately for her.

In the ten days departed intensely together, that little boy come from far made her discover that what she wanted from the Love, her Idea of Love, was not illusion or romantic dream but it existed in the reality. Surely he was not the man of her life, the variables ages and distance didn't play in favor of them, but what happened reopened her a breach from which to see again the life colored to strong shades.

The awareness that the present has already passed made enjoy her every instant of that history. They almost never separated themselves and, knowing that soon this would have happened instead, she tried to satisfy him in everything. And an evening also taught him to make the pasta with the cuttlefish’s ink.

Asparagus to the vapor with omelet maltreated with curcuma

In odor of Spring and desire to reenter in my beautiful jeans that don't enter anymore, I have thought a healthy, fast and very tasty recipe. The spicy note and the color of the curcuma will enrich this dish with an unusual exotic feature.

As usual, my recommendation is that to use fresh ingredients and of which can possibly verify the origin of it.

Says this, footstep immediately to write you the recipe.

Bavette (pasta) with arugola pesto sauce

Arugula - Eruca sativa - or rocket is an herb fresh spicy taste that depopulated in the dishes of Italian restaurants and pizzerias since the fateful Eighties. This is so as to be inflated, and frankly, when the waiter shows me the dish chosen concluding with the famous words "on a bed of arugula," I take a sort of cold shiver and I feel my taste in solidarity with my neurons irritated.

The rocket, in truth, it tastes good and is very agreeable in salads or enjoyed some of the natural deep in a simple vinaigrette or, as I have been able to do thanks to my friend Matthew Grunewald, in an exquisite Japanese sesame sauce. But it is also great cooked, boiled and sauté with garlic, oil and chilli or reduced in pesto order to flavor a good plate of pasta.

And then, when my dear friend Angela, called me saying "I've got some fresh arugula from the garden of my brother and I have you prepared a bag. Do you want it? "My neurons were excited rather than nervous and they made me respond in the only way permitted" Of course, I want it". And it was so much that I and my friends could taste in all possible ways.

And now the recipe for pesto, simple, quick and tasty .

News for foreigners - Novità "forestiere"

Here is a new one. For today I will write the recipe, or better yet, I will try to write in English because I also have not-Italian readers, who have reproached me because I only write in Italian. Among them are friends who, I am sure, will correct my possible, maybe even probable number of errors.

To begin: start with the recipe for arugula pesto, but slowly I will try to translate the other.

I wish all a good read, accompanied by a little “patience”, I'm hoping not you won't make mistakes too.

A very special thanks goes to Gray, my "perfectable" sunshine from Georgia (USA)

C’è una novità. Da stasera le ricette le scriverò, o meglio tenterò di scriverle, anche in inglese visto che ho anche dei lettori non italiani, che mi hanno rimproverato perché scrivo solo nella mia lingua. Tra di loro ci sono anche degli amici che, sono certa, mi correggeranno nei miei possibili, molteplici errori.

Inizio con la ricetta del pesto di rucola, ma piano piano proverò a tradurre anche le altre.

Auguro a tutti una buona lettura, accompagnata da un po’ di pazienza, sperando di non sbagliare troppo.