Among lived objects that tell of a lost time, the smell of homemade bread and cakes, dough and bake, fry, chopped and cut, leap and season ... and the kitchen is the place where I just can't stay still. My dishes are not only a cuddle for the heart and the stomach, but also a juicy excuse to chat about history, literature and art and to discover my territory and its products. My blog, Ricette di cultura, born in April of 2011, recently offered me the chance to turn my passion into a profession: I write recipes and a photographer, I write about cooking and I never tire of telling stories about food.