Monti Buns – a Roman twist on Chelsea Buns
When I lived in Rome, I was lucky enough to call Monti home. A tiny neighbourhood wedged somewhat between Termini
When I lived in Rome, I was lucky enough to call Monti home. A tiny neighbourhood wedged somewhat between Termini
We have been back from Malaysia for just over a week. Despite the occasional afternoon of heavy rain (early signs
I asked Alessandro the other day what his idea of summer was – his answer? Pasta con pomodoro fresco e basilico (pasta with a sauce made from fresh tomatoes and basil). My idea of summer? Biting into a slice of crunchy, juicy and perfectly sweet watermelon after a refreshing dip in the sea (failing which, a dip in a swimming pool). Like him (and myself) I am sure all of you have your own idea of what summer is (maybe a crisp glass of white wine enjoyed on the porch, a barbecue with friends, the smell of sun lotion etc), it is after all most people’s favourite season of the entire year. Having spent the majority of the last 12 or so years in the UK, first in Brighton and then in London, I got used to a somewhat different type of summer than my childhood ones in Germany, where the days from late May to early September were filled