La Mazzolata Novels & Stories

She let out a little hum of pleasure. “This is divine. It’s so tender, it just disappears.” Luca carved a piece for himself, nodding in approval. “Saltimbocca means ‘jumps in the mouth.’ Apt, isn’t it?” She smiled between bites. “More like dances.” He reached for the side dish, spearing a golden piece of potato. “Here, try this. Patate al Rosmarino.” Yasmine tasted it, and her eyes widened again. The crisp edges gave way to a fluffy inside, perfumed with rosemary and just a hint of garlic.

She slapped his arm in admonition, but Gresso only continued to glare at Ysiah. The agent stuck the fork in his mouth and pulled it out with flourish. “Oh, thank you, Mr. Lindstrom. I will. Man, these Italians really know how to make a cake.” When Gresso grabbed the cake from the table, Yrah was sure he was going to smash it into Ysiah’s face. Instead, he took another fork, stuck it in the middle of the cake, and grabbed her hand before dragging her out of the clinic without a word.

Diego whistled. "I am dating your sister" I cut him off looking at him like he was crazy. A knock sounded throughout the room earning all our heads to turn in the direction of the door. "That's everything, Wait for my update" Lorenzo finished as The door opened and in walked María. She was wearing white jeans and a dark Green long sleeve crop top. She looks beautiful as always. I swiftly stood to my feet, My eyes glued to her as she slowly but cautiously entered the room. "Baby sis got him whipped, did you see how fast man's moved then?" Diego laughed, Lorenzo and Marcel Chuckling along at his remark.

Brief enough to slip past most ears. “From Naples, Nonna.” Elena set down the last handful of raisins. “Naples has a slightly different tradition,” she said, her tone easy, almost idle. “Their fermentation tends to run shorter.” She dropped the name into the air like a stone into still water: “The Moretti family—from old documentation I once studied—recipes from northern Milan demand considerably more time. A deeper reverence for patience.” Across the island, Isabella went still for two full seconds.

It must be. But why was it even more annoying than I remembered it to be in my last life? Lusting after a man the moment I saw him... This shouldn't have been the case. "Starter." I followed Leander's gaze, looking at the decorated table, and my eyes flashed with surprise. On the table was burrata with tomatoes and basil drizzled with premium olive oil. Then, on the other side of the table was tagliata di Manzo served with roasted rosemary potatoes and arugula salad. A bottle of Masseto to accompany them.

he said. "What about Arina?" Zeno asked, concerned about his daughter. I patted his shoulder and said, "She's asleep; we won't be away long." Having stopped by the local shops, we grabbed a few things. I had chosen spaghetti alla carbonara, a dish made with pancetta (bacon) or guanciale (pork cheek), Pecorino cheese, pepper, and a raw egg. In contrast, Zeno had chosen Bistecca alla Fiorentina, a specialty of Florence made of Chianina beef raised in the Tuscan countryside.

I wasn’t sure if I had done well or not. Lorenz stepped forward, clapping. ‘’Alright, listen up.’’ His deep baritone voice was even deeper now and I watched in mixed admiration and anger as the muscles of his face contracted as he spoke. ‘’Tonight is the annual Festa della Luna celebration, and this is the perfect time to take down Marcello.’’ He pointed at a map on the desk which I had not seen earlier.

There’s a knock at the door, and without waiting for an answer, Mona enters, followed by a young woman carrying a tray. Lorenzo reaches for his linen napkin and drapes it on his lap. Watching him, Danica follows suit. Mona takes two plates from the tray and serves each of them what looks like a salad with meat and avocado and pomegranate seeds. “Pulled pork from one of the local farms, with a salad of fresh leaves, finished with a pomegranate jus,” Mona says. “Thanks,” Lorenzo responds, and gives Mona a quizzical look. “Would you like me to pour the wine, my lord?”

CHAPTER 14 Ms. Grace and another maid, entered Luciana's room with a tray laden with an assortment of Italy's finest dishes: steaming risotto alla Milanese, tender osso buco, freshly baked focaccia, and a simple yet elegant caprese salad. As Ms. Grace approached the bed, her eyes widened in disbelief, and her legs seemed to freeze in a spot. She stood there, her gaze fixed on Luciana, who lay handcuffed to the bed. The tray in Ms. Grace's hands trembled slightly, threatening to overthrow the delicate balance of the dishes.

she said. “I wouldn’t miss this for the world,” he replied softly, smiling at her affectionately. Then his gaze shifted to me, and he cleared his throat and adjusted himself. “Miss Lunardez,” he addressed me formally, “how are you settling in?” Before I could respond, Mama Rosa interjected. “Oh, my pumpkin, you’ve chosen a worthy replacement. Lily is a talented cook.” “Come,” she said, holding on to his arm and leading him to the dining area. She signal to me and I immediately understood, I dished a traditional Italian food, Osso buco with saffron risotto, and set it on the table before him.