A Bolognese and a Battuto
When I was a kid, I used to sit at the kitchen table on a weekend morning watching my mother chop mounds of onion, celery …
A Magical Silver Thread: Fresh Cod in ‘Potacchio’
Many, many years ago, I imagine our great grandfather, Gaspare Becci, staring out over the baby blue Adriatic sea as he slowly made his way …