One of the first cookbooks I bought when I moved to Italy was Jim Lahey’s No Knead Bread. I have a track record of stuffing up anything with yeast, so no knead focaccia was right down my alley. Who cares if you have to wait 24 hours before you can indulge in your carb craving? You’ll never have to worry about whether you’ve kneaded enough or too much/ if it’s risen enough or if it’s “passato al lievito” (over-yeasted) as my parents in law say. Well, they also laughed at the idea of 24-hour bread making. My mother in law can knock out a perfectly risen and baked loaf of Italian bread in 30 minutes. Bakers, right?
Easter is around the corner, so it’s seems like an Italian Easter pie should really be on the menu.
It was a really sad weekend in our tiny Tuscan town. One of its residents passed away suddenly on Friday night from a cancer and it shook the town a little. Deaths in small towns are a community affair, especially if the person isn’t old. That sounds heartless, but we have a lot of senior citizens. They live on average well into their 80s. It’s incredible. Someone should write a book about it! French women mightn’t get fat, but Italians live forever!