You don’t win friends with salad, do you?

You do. My grandmother made friends for life with salad. As soon as the temperatures reached summer level, she summoned her husband into the garden to find the best crop of them all. Their five grandchildren deserved only the very best. My grandparents’ house was a playground paradise. Right behind their farm-like home was a…

You ricotta be kidding me

It was a summery Thursday afternoon in one of Belgium’s biggest cities. Like most summery Thursdays around this time, rain was pouring down and hundreds of people were getting into their cars to leave town. Β The prospect of sitting inside their house instead of their office filled their hearts with joy. We, the Belgians, were…