Remembering Tuscany : Schiacciata all’uva

When I think of Tuscany, I think of the light. It illuminated dark corners of uneven cobblestones with a preternatural glow. Staring through my bedroom window as it cast out on the Arno River, I registered hundreds of variations of yellow, orange and gold. Especially at sunrise and sunset, the light seemed to pulse, as…… Continue reading Remembering Tuscany : Schiacciata all’uva

Hot Child in the City

Summer arrived in Florence several weeks ago, and I’m starting to worry. As a result of the inescapable heat wave that threatens to melt frosty Florentine hearts and rob me of any hint of grace and put-togetherness that I might have pulled off when the temperatures were sane, I am in the throes of a…… Continue reading Hot Child in the City