about

Wish I could say that I learned how to make pasta from my granny when I was a wee one. Alas, I’m not of Italian descent, so didn’t have a nonna to show me the ropes.

It was my first trip to Italy in 2001 (eek, nearly 20 years ago — time flies) when I fell in love with pasta. I’ve been on a pasta mission ever since. Hope you join me on my journey, exploring the world of homemade pasta. I suspect that once you’ve had fresh pasta, you’ll never look back.

This is me at my happiest…camera in hand, wandering about, with the smell and the sound of the sea close by.

You can find more of my cooking adventures at Wild Greens and Sardines.