Hot worms in a hot summer should go at it, right? Not if they're British.

Fond memories can make eggplant parmigiana attractive in the dead of summer.

Sweltering and hungry for a cool Italian salad? Be grateful lions have no say.

Welcome to Umbria, where a dog can show you where the strawberries are.

The installation of solar panels calls for a bean and pesto celebration.

When a friend swears by Kraft and Findus, counter by making rosemary salt.

The worst of winter — and this one has been brutal — can elicit the best chocolate pudding.

Umbria in winter is roast and rest time, though the restfulness is relative.

Italy's holiday bread treat is better improvised at home than bought at supermarkets.

No, she won't find truffles — or if she does, she'll eat them. But she has the right idea.

Despite a dry opening act, the Umbrian autumn promises soup and olive oil.