Author name: amara

There are dishes that you simply make, and then there are dishes that you experience. Osso Buco is firmly in

There’s a sound that lives in my memory—the soft hiss of butter hitting a hot pan right before you drop

Oh, tesoro, let me pull you into this golden haze: it’s that drizzly spring in Milan, me wandering the Navigli

Oh, amore mio, rewind with me to that frost-kissed December in Bologna—my first solo Italy jaunt, backpack stuffed with dog-eared

Oh, darling, close your eyes and transport with me: it’s that sticky August afternoon in my grandma’s sun-baked garden in

Oh, honey, picture this: it’s that sweltering July evening in my old Queens rental, the AC wheezing like it’s on

Oh god, remember that rainy Tuesday in my tiny Brooklyn walk-up, the kind where the fire escape drips like a