Euro marble cake
A few short weeks after moving into our new place, The Italian and I discovered that our apartment complex was riddled with short-stay accommodation (discovered after some snooping on a little-known website for such dwellings). …
A few short weeks after moving into our new place, The Italian and I discovered that our apartment complex was riddled with short-stay accommodation (discovered after some snooping on a little-known website for such dwellings). …
Sharing a birthday with an annual public holiday or festival is of mild annoyance for many birthdayees. For some, it's a happy coincidence that increases the chance of a large-scale celebration on their day of …
Last night I sat down to a very late, but scrumdiddlyumptious dinner of scrambled eggs on toast after a more challenging day with Baby G. I'm not being facetious ... this meal took all of …
Last month The Italian's mamma, affectionately known as 'Ma' (with a whiny 'ah'), arrived from Milan to meet Baby G for the first time. She had been to the Land of Oz previously, at the …
One often turns to the delicious comforts of certain foods when the cogs on the life train are moving just a little too fast, or the train seems to be powering towards Vladivostok instead of …
Like being part of a Greek family, creating the perfect pastitsio requires a lot of love, generosity and a great deal of patience. Pastitsio, the epitome of comfort food, is sometimes referred to by heathens …
Before the terrible upheaval and well before talk of a dog psychologist, there was a time in which Dog was happy and carefree. Allow me to take you back to one particularly sunny day in …
I am writing to you all post-move (and from a happy, spacious place), but before I take you there in words I’d like to share a little something from the final week of chaos at …
Buonasera lovely readers! Willkommen all to the new home of Recipes for Serena! This El Bloggo has been undergoing a bit of a face lift and address change over the past couple of months, and I …
The situation at the Italian shoe box has become increasingly strange. The dog that once used to greet me by firmly nudging his nose into my leg, slobbering on me and then eventually settling into …