Love in a Tuscan Kitchen Quotes

Rate this book
Clear rating
Love in a Tuscan Kitchen: Savoring Life through the Romance, Recipes, and Traditions of Italy Love in a Tuscan Kitchen: Savoring Life through the Romance, Recipes, and Traditions of Italy by Sheryl Ness
333 ratings, 4.19 average rating, 59 reviews
Open Preview
Love in a Tuscan Kitchen Quotes Showing 1-6 of 6
“Life in Italy had a beautiful rhythm to it, like a piece of music, starting out quietly, building to a middle crescendo, then quiet again until the big finish at the end. For me observing all of this as an outsider, it felt as if the locals would dance to the music and their voices were like songs. They would walk arm in arm together catching up and had a closeness that Americans would never dare to show.”
Sheryl Ness, Love in a Tuscan Kitchen: Savoring Life through the Romance, Recipes, and Traditions of Italy
“A serenata or what we might call a serenade is planned in secret to surprise the bride with love songs, waking her in the night as she sleeps.”
Sheryl Ness, Love in a Tuscan Kitchen: Savoring Life through the Romance, Recipes, and Traditions of Italy
“This was just the beginning of my understanding of her traditional beliefs of how cold and air bring on illness. This belief is still quite prevalent in the culture, especially in southern Italy.”
Sheryl Ness, Love in a Tuscan Kitchen: Savoring Life through the Romance, Recipes, and Traditions of Italy
“I kept asking myself why we keep working until it’s too late to really enjoy our life.”
Sheryl Ness, Love in a Tuscan Kitchen: Savoring Life through the Romance, Recipes, and Traditions of Italy
“fare la scarpetta,” or mop up every last bit of sauce and clean your plate with it.”
Sheryl Ness, Love in a Tuscan Kitchen: Savoring Life through the Romance, Recipes, and Traditions of Italy
“Life in Italy had a beautiful rhythm to it, like a piece of music, starting out quietly, building to a middle crescendo, then quiet again until the big finish at the end. For me observing all of this as an outsider, it felt as if the locals would dance to the music and their voices were like songs. They would walk arm in arm together catching up and had a closeness that Americans would never dare to show. I loved this. When they would talk, their entire body got involved, from the”
Sheryl Ness, Love in a Tuscan Kitchen: Savoring Life through the Romance, Recipes, and Traditions of Italy