My father, may he rest in peace, was a champion Yankee gardener, as proud of his vegetable garden as he was of the flowerbeds that surrounded his bayside home. He did almost…
Browsing Tag
springtime Italy
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In the New York Times this week there’s a recipe for pasta with sardines and wild fennel that is what Sicilians themselves claim as their most authentic dish–probably because it’s so darned…
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So what do you do, I am frequently asked, with all that time you spend in Italy? What do I do? I stand in line. This is the post office in Camucia where…
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One of the great pleasures of being on my own, which I have been for the last ten days or so, is that I can eat whatever I want whenever I want…
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My mother always said: If you can find a patch of blue big enough to mend a hole in a Dutchman’s britches, it’s going to clear. I keep finding patches, like this…
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These are the bulbs of wild hyacinths, tassel or grape hyacinths to be precise, Muscari racemosum. They are treasured in Puglia where they’re harvested in the wild in late winter and early…
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Drop me into any town in Italy and if there’s a market to be found, my instincts draw me to it. One clue I look for: little old ladies overburdened with plastic…
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Yes, I know, it’s too late for Easter but today is Pasquetta in Italy, an official holiday (banks and post offices closed, no newspapers) when by ancient tradition people consume the leftovers…
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