The easternmost major city in northern Italy, Trieste lays on that thin stretch of Italian coastline squeezed between Slovenia and the Adriatic sea. Given its geographical position, Trieste’s food culture features layers of influences from the various worlds that converge there. The fishing tradition, the main element of the cuisine of a port city, is enriched with elements from the Slavic and Balkan as well as the Habsburg traditions. This makes Trieste’s culinary identity quite peculiar and unique in the rich panorama of the Italian cuisine. Continue reading
So a new year has begun and it is therefore time for my annual personal post, one that is not so much about food or photos (although of course there is some of both) but it is mostly about me. I always appreciate to find out a more personal side of my favourite bloggers, so I think it’s legit I also open up to my readers in a more personal way from time to time. Don’t know how many people actually read all my posts apart from my mom and Gennarina (and they already know all my personal stuff anyway), but in case I have more readers than I reckon, here’s a little bit about my life over the past year. Continue reading
Autumn in Sweden can be a nasty time of the year. It rains a lot and the first frost always comes earlier than you’d expect. Darkness looms, days get dramatically shorter and the day after we move back the clocks I always feel jetlagged. Autumn in Sweden can be a real pain, yet some days I get to be reminded it still is my favourite season. Those days, when the sun is out, the crisp air is so thin and everything looks incredibly sharp. When such days occur Sweden turns the colours of its flag. Most of the trees display a glorious yellow foliage in the backdrop of that saturated blue sky that I love so much in Scandinavia. Continue reading
As a person who has a hard time managing to keep in touch despite loving human interaction (it sounds insane, I know), I am very grateful to my friends, who acknowledge this feature of mine, accept it, and manage to stay friends. Having lived in more than one place, I have made friends in many countries and sadly these friendships are cursed with long distance and my poor skills at decently keeping in touch. Yet, even in such circumstances, some of them do last. That one Skype conversation a year is really all it takes, and when we get to meet in person it’s always fantastic. So on my yearly Skype call with the friend this post is about I got the news that she got engaged and last week I flew to Poland for her wedding. Continue reading
Oreo cheesecake has been on my mind for quite some time. I decided the time had come to try and make it when I found Oreos on discount at the store. It felt like a sign. The problem is that of course this lucky coincidence at the store happened two months ago and I’ve only found the time now to turn the cookies into the key feature of my most recent cheesecake. I’m not even going to blame work or lazyness here for not being able to make this cake earlier. The truth is that winter has finally (!) arrived and with -10°C outside the last thing I wanted to make was a no-bake cheesecake. Continue reading
Everybody had told me that Budapest is beautiful. It really is. I visited the Hungarian capital in 2013, a stopover during a road trip from Krakow to Turin with stops in Hungary, Slovenia and Trieste, an itinerary along some key places of the Habsburg Empire. Again, just like when I had visited Vienna, one of my main interests in this trip had been a cake. It’s always cake that drives me to the former Austro-Hungarian Empire! But let me start from the beginning… Continue reading
Our most recent guest was a friend of my boyfriend’s that happens to be a professional gymnast who also does parkour. When I took him on a walk in the lovely forests around our house and he sampled the soft texture of the moss under his feet he felt the urge to take a few jumps and asked me to take some photos. The disappointment for the total lack of snow (between Christmas and New Year’s temperatures went anomalously up and all the snow suddenly melted, and with it the hope to see a winter wonderland visiting us at this time of the year) turned into a good opportunity to jump around the forest. Continue reading
At the beginning of December the town of Falun, Dalarna, hosts a Christmas market that has quickly become one of my most favourite things about winter. It is called Gammaldags Julmarknad, which translates as old-fashioned Christmas market. I must admit that it really has the feel of an event stuck somewhere in time, a feature that makes it even more magical. The Christmas market stalls display a whole array of traditional crafts and foods produced in the region, and it is always very hard for me not to spend too much money, especially on the food.
Whenever asked what is the most beautiful place I’ve been there is no room for hesitation, the answer is only one: Lofoten. I know I’m biased when it comes to Norway, but I can’t help it. I like to say that I have a special connection with that country, but it doesn’t take all this love for Norway to come to appreciate the jaw-dropping beauty of the Lofoten archipelago. If spiky mountains rising straight from the sea and unexpected sandy beaches sound like something you’d love, you’ll probably agree with me about Lofoten.
I visited the Åland islands for the first time two years ago, soon after our move to Sweden. The archipelago is the region of Finland laying closest to where I am located, yet despite belonging to the Republic of Finland (and the eurozone) Åland has always been enjoying a status of almost independence, raising its own flag and speaking its own language – Swedish. The islands are notable for their peaceful rural landscapes, the red granite beaches and for having one of the highest employment rates in Finland. Quite an intriguing combination. Continue reading