The one where I introduce myself to the kitchen.

Let’s just put this out there: I love food.

I love eating, I love cooking, I love talking about food.
That’s what Italians do, like, all the time! We discuss whether we should eat a certain thing, or different recipes for the same dishes, we just bond over food.

I, for one, am very passionate about recipes and tradition, mostly because I’ve been learning it all on my own: in my house cooking was never a big deal, being the first of two daughters raised by a single mother. Later on my life I begun linking the kitchen with the kind of family life that I wish I had.
The changes did not do anything good in my family: my mother found my newfound love for homemade food stressful, and it led to some major fights.

Now, in my mother’s home, I do my own shopping and my own cooking – doing it for one can be so depressing – waiting for the day when I will cook for my partner and my family in a new, smaller, cozier home.

I will try and steal every recipe, every trick I stumble upon: by talking with waiters and chefs when I eat out and they look friendly enough, by asking sellers at the food market, or my friends’ parent, even my own colleagues at work or strangers on the public transportation.
That is because there are things, details that you can only learn from other persons because in the world wide web can get easily lost: the right kind of cream to put in a Bolognese ragu, or which cheese and how much butter to put in Pizzoccheri Valtellinesi, or what to put in an actual Parmigiana (discussions ensues)…

I am very proud of myself, I have been learning so much and am now modifying certain recipes and mixing those up all by myself.
It’s very important for me to see the progresses, from a simple tomato soup to the spectacular Salmon Lasagna brought at my in laws for Christmas.

So grown up ❤

The only one thing that I will never be good at (nor will I try: it is way too difficult to self-educate oneself) is patissery, and the reason is the same that has me getting better and cooking, which is experimenting. You can’t exactly experiment with yeast and eggs, not while still a beginner! hahaha
So, yeah. I love being in the kitchen.
It helps me relax, even if I dearly miss having someone to share a meal with while talking about your day at work.
It also helps me connect with myself, it keeps my head clear and focused on a dream/objective that is getting closer everyday.

My own home, my own rules, my kitchen, my bathroom, my books everywhere, my bed, my love.

Oh, if time could fly faster…

 

I am not an alcoholic.

Hello everyone who might be reading this;
we don’t know each other – not yet, even if with this blog I want to change that.

This is something that gets said quite often when I first meet someone new: I am not an alcoholic.

Yes, I like beer and white wine. Yes, I like to get tipsy.
Yes, I do drink on a daily basis, a glass of wine or a couple glasses of beer during dinner: it helps me unwind after a long workday, especially when Mr. N comes in play, and it helps me sleep better too, or at least it feels like that.

No, I don’t like nor do I drink spirits or hard liquor, how do you say it in English, I don’t know because even when abroad I don’t purchase nor drink superalcolici.

No, I don’t drink beer because I am feeling extremely sad or happy: I just have that single beer everyday at dinner because I’m used to that. And I spend quite a lot too, always treating me to quality stuff, so I can’t afford to just go and get wasted the single I’m feeling down: I have to “ration” it.

What have we learned today?
I like my red ale, I like my Guinness, I like my craft brewery light and fruity or black as the soul of Satan, I like my Poretti and Moretti regionale.

What about the weekend? you may ask.
Well… A bit of alcoholism may come in play. But only on a Saturday. That’s healty. I swear.