There’s a certain kind of magic that happens when cultures intertwine over shared meals. I still remember the day I learned to make Spinach and Feta Pasta. It was a lazy Sunday in Aix-en-Provence, France, where I was studying French literature. The streets buzzed with the scent of boulangeries and lavender, and I was nestled … Read more
It was during her semester abroad in Florence that my best friend, Mia, first fell in love with Mediterranean flavors. She wasn’t the adventurous eater back then—more of a plain cheese slice kind of girl. But one evening, wandering through the stone-paved alleys near her host apartment, she stumbled into a tiny family-run pizzeria that forever changed how she saw pizza