Growing up I absolutely hated broccoli. Just the smell of it would make my stomach turn. My dad would eat ‘Pasta e Broccoli’ which was basically white spaghetti tossed with olive oil, garlic, chilli and cooked broccoli. I’m talking really cooked broccoli. Mum would cook it until it was so soft you could practically mash…
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Welcome to my little Italian kitchen in sunny Australia. My family originates from the Italian region of Calabria, and my food reflects my roots as well as the multicultural pot of my Australian home. I am a writer, traveller, cook and eater. My cookbooks are a collection of family recipes and twists on Italian favourites.
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