I should probably write about 5,000 words of guff about my life among Sicilian lemons, childhood memories of sucking on lemons, and other lemon-linked keywords, before I get to the recipe. That seems essential these days to rank anywhere higher than page 300 on Google. But I’m too impatient, and this is a recipe that…
Tag: pasta
I Married a Pastafarian
I used to think Italians were Catholics but, since living here, I have found out they are devout Pastafarians. If I make my Hubby go without eating pasta for an entire 24-hour period, he thinks he will die. He has been brainwashed since early childhood, you see. Forget vegetables! Italians are told that eating…
Seven Top Tips: How to cook pasta like a real Sicilian Godmother
When I got married, I was given a 35 person dinner service which had belonged to my husband’s grandmother. Not just a 35 person dinner service, but a nine-course 35 person dinner service. “I’m sorry a couple of items have got broken over the years,” my mother-in-law, The Godmother, apologised. A couple of pieces missing? Did…
The Dangerously Truthful Diary of a Sicilian Housewife 