My Tuscan Dream
I am frequently told that I am living the mythical “Tuscan dream”. When the nightingale sings me to sleep after a day of transforming fabulous ingredients collected personally from local growers and producers into flavourful dishes that have been made by generations of Italian women to nourish their families, it's difficult not to admit that they may have something.
The gamble of giving up London life and a career that I loved in charity fundraising to come to Tuscany for the love of a Florentine, has been a constant and ongoing adventure. My husband’s work with antique engravings and frames and our shared love of hunting out antiques and endearing ‘used’ domestic objects, has blended blissfully in the restoration of our home, while our equal enthusiasm and curiosity for local produce and for the people behind the production and transformation of the ingredients, has gradually evolved into a lifestyle that I could never have envisaged. The wonderful people that I have met from all over the world, in our cooking classes, has added an amazing extra dimension.