At Simonetta's Home: the Warmth of Modenese Cooking

My kitchen is the one that smells of broth on a Sunday morning. It’s where pasta dough is rolled out by hand, tasted with a fingertip, and adjusted “by eye,” enriched by experiences gathered around the world.
 
 It is made of ancient gestures, genuine passion, and dishes that warm the soul even before the stomach. I love baking bread, making fresh pasta, preparing risottos, slow-cooked meats, cookies, and spoon desserts. Cooking, for me, is about care, respect, and creativity: it’s my way of welcoming others and making them feel at home, no matter where they come from. Because cooking is not just work for me: it’s my way of saying “welcome.” And if there’s silence at the table for more than five minutes, it means I’ve done my job well!