Wouldn't it be nice to come home to a lovely plate of freshly made pasta? Well my boyfriend begs me not to make it. Mainly because I insist on including my favourite ingredient: swearing. A lot. It takes a while for the pasta to get a grip and behave. However, with a few strops, it … Continue reading Ravioli
Being a massive dork, my first ever girls' holiday was a trip to Rome for New Year's Eve. We were drunk on culture by day and just drunk by night! We argued over a Welshman (my friend won), I argued with a tour guide throughout the duration of a tour of the Coliseum, we cleared … Continue reading Rome and Amatriciana Sauce
I adore gnocchi. The best I've ever had was from a restaurant a few side streets away from Piazza Navona in Rome. They were like little pillowy clouds and were encased in a light creamy sauce. I loved that meal, although the panna cotta was so bouncy, you could have used them for breast implants! … Continue reading Gnocchi and roasted red pepper sauce.
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