Recipes

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,

There’s a certain kind of afternoon light that hits my kitchen in early spring, the kind that makes you want

I have a very specific, deeply ingrained memory of my son, maybe five years old, looking at a plate of

Sunday. The one day our house smelled like a cathedral dedicated to tomatoes and garlic. My dad would stand guard

My Nonna used to say that a good meatball should make you close your eyes for a second when you

There’s a certain magic in Tuscan cooking—a way of transforming simple, rustic ingredients into something that feels both hearty and