Italy is full of food festivals. It’s awful. Through every season of the year they celebrate with chocolate, cheese, chestnuts and wine that flows from fountains (no joke, I don’t joke about wine flowing from fountains). So when I arrived I searched for what festivals I’d be bumping into on my travels. This is what... Continue Reading →
Hi, my name is Ang and I have a prosciutto problem. I’ll be the first to admit it. If I buy fresh sliced prosciutto from the deli, maybe 5-6 slices, hand carved, pulled down from the rows of ageing salami’s and drying hunks of pork, I eat it in one sitting. I can’t stop. I... Continue Reading →
It’s been a loooooooooooooonnnnnnnnnnnngggggggggggg time in the making, but I’m finally in Italy. When I was in year two at school, eight years old, we had a teacher who loved to play guitar and sing, so to help us remember the things we were being taught we would write songs. I think he secretly wanted... Continue Reading →
