Italian Recipes

I’ll never forget the sticky Ligurian afternoon when my cousin Luca shoved a twisty handful of trofie into my palm, […]

I’ll never forget that rainy evening in Alba, Piedmont, when my husband surprised me with a truffle hunt—me in wellies,

I’ll never forget the dusty Sicilian road trip with my aunt Sofia, her old Fiat rattling like a tambourine as

I remember the power outage in my old Chicago walk-up, mid-blizzard, when the fridge hummed its last and I was

I’ll never forget the earthquake that rattled Amatrice back in ’16—news hit like a gut punch while I was elbow-deep

I can still taste the salt air from that summer in Liguria, when Nonna Rosa—my husband’s feisty grandmother—dragged me to

I still get a sly grin thinking about the night I first whipped up puttanesca, holed up in my old

I remember the first time I made arrabbiata in my cramped Queens kitchen, right after a brutal breakup—needed something fiery

I’ll never forget the first time I tried making carbonara in my tiny Brooklyn apartment, back when I was dating

My husband claims he doesn’t remember what we ate for our first anniversary dinner, but he can recall with perfect,