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Stories, traditions, and memories from Puglia
14 February 2026
A Rain of Sweet Memories in Andria – La Petresciata and the Tender Magic of My Hometown
What better time than Carnival to bring a little joy and lightheartedness to these cold, gray winter days? In Andria, there's a deeply evocative local...
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09 November 2025
Remembering November: Life along Cemetery Avenue.
“November smelled of olives, smoke, and chrysanthemums — a month that taught me what it means to remember.” I remember November vividly, perhaps more...
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19 July 2025
The wool of our sleep: a tradition I will never abandon
In the large courtyard of our family home, we used to wash sheep's wool from mattresses and pillows. It was an ancient ritual that marked...
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26 June 2025
Making Tomato Puree: A Summer Ritual Etched in My Memory
Today, I buy tomato puree at the supermarket like most people do. But until about twenty years ago, when I still lived in the countryside,...
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20 May 2025
Harvesting and Cleaning Almonds
During the summer months, we harvested almonds. As a child, I remember seeing mountains of almonds piled up in my father’s warehouse, which was attached...
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04 May 2025
Fava Beans: A Taste of Memory
My mother often prepared dried fava beans with wild chicory — a simple, rustic dish that was a staple in our home. I never once...
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19 May 2024
The oil and its use in the past
Olive oil appears in all recipes of modern cuisine, but in the past, even in Puglia, despite being the region that produces the most oil...
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19 May 2024
Stockfish and baccalà
The cod (baccalà) I buy at the supermarket, in the trays at the refrigerated counter, is absolutely not like the one my mother used to...
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28 April 2024
The "Cocchia" (bunches of tomatoes hung up)
In this picture below I am in family's vegetable garden In Apulia, this is what they call the bunches of tomatoes hung up for winter...
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28 April 2024
Almond Harvesting and Cleaning.
During the summer, almonds were harvested. I remember, as a child, mountains of almonds in my father's warehouse, which was adjacent to and communicated with...
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