I'm Tamsin Hickson, I live on an olive farm in Le Marche in Central Italy with my husband, sons, father, cats, dog, chickens, ducks (until Christmas).
recipes
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That time of year
In May every year I have some version of this conversation in our local pharmacy.
“I need some citric acid, probably a couple of hundred grams.” At this point it’s just me, and the pharmacist.
“It’s that time of year again! Remind me what you want it for?” asks the pharmacist.
“Elderflower cordial,” I say, [...]
Italian
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Liberation Day
In case anyone was wondering what we get up to in Mogliano on the 25th April, the photograph above tells it all. I was hoping for an historical re-enactment, at the very least a row of elderly men in medals, to celebrate the anniversary of Italy’s liberation from Nazi Germany. If you squint into the [...]
making things
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Recipe book
I love notebooks. The groaning shelves my study bear witness to this passion, and every now and then I try my hand at making one myself. This is my attempt at renewing my recipe book, a battered notebook with torn pages, liberally illustrated with splashes of wine and dabs of butter. There is lots of inspiration [...]
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Barefoot on the sand  I went for a walk last week expecting that, considering that we are into the first week of October, the other walkers would be safely buttoned up, instead of which I felt overdressed in a skirt and top…
 and not a little surprised to find that everyone else has been reading about the benefits of walking barefoot in sea water…
 and sitting on the sand.
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rural life
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Spring has … sprung
We’ve emerged from our snowy coccoon into the lengthening limpid days of spring and as our living zone extends outdoors again after a long period indoors we’re all renegotiating our space. The family hunters (Mimi, below, and Twilight) go far afield in the spring leaving mice sauntering indoors past Tim or Smokey, the non-mousers, for [...]
family life
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Living easy
It’s been so warm I’ve actually had to do the spring cleaning, an unheard of circumstance for January; a month when I usually spend my free time tucked onto the sofa in layers of cashmere. I’ve reorganised the utility room and the kitchen, the knell of doom for my co-habitees, all two of whom prefer [...]
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