Welcome to the boot - the love song within a foreign film that is my life. easy and healthy recipes for the budding home cook, stories about me and my Italian (soon-to-be-husband) Manu, and snippets of life in Italy.
It’s simple. Winter in Italy is the best because of Carnival. In the throes of the winter doldrums, where everything is grey, jackets are black and your soul is in need of a lift, you can walk down any sidewalk and it will be covered in confetti, ribbons and silly string. It’s an even bigger burst of joy when on any given day during the month you’ll see toddlers dressed in the classic baroque costumes, little boys with drawn mustaches and girls with petticoats. And might I mention, that every bakery touts their finest Carnival desserts including cream-filled donut holes, fried, sugar-covered, little bow ties and chocolate smothered almonds. It’s the antidote to winter, Carnival, and I love every minute of it.