Saturday Breakfast

It's easy for us to be late and lazy on winter weekend mornings. Unlike the warm season, it is a time for contemplation and privacy. We like doing every single gesture slowly, and with care. We wake up, set the table, and share a meal we prepare together. Pancakes and a Moka pot of coffee have become part of a ritual that we created only for ourselves and represents us as an Italian-American couple. I cook pancakes while he sets the Moka pot — this is the agreement. We gather at the table, share a meal and forget where and when we are, but we are reminded once again of who we are.

-Valeria

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01. Valeria Necchio

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[la domestique]

Beautiful words, Valeria!

[Daniella]

That's the best way to make espresso! My Italian Grama gave me two different sizes of those pots. She has so many of them tucked away.

[sonia]

Even if in Italian, I've mentioned calicanthus in my blog too, by words and not by pictures. I think that it's the real first sign of spring.
I hope this spring will be calm, quiet and rich of emotions.

[elisa]

amazing how the food and its preparation holds identity. as i age i crave the food that my grandmothers made for us.

[Brittany]

sounds lovely!

[Jade Sheldon]

Beautifully said. I feel the same when sharing a meal with my sweetie...

[Juliette]

I had the same moka when I lived in Torino. I miss the italian coffee, the taste of it is so good (not only the espresso, but the taste of the coffee itself). I think your is a perfect way of treasuring time spent together.

[Sarah Jane]

Breakfast on winter mornings are my favorite.
Everything seems more special when it's chilly out.