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Author Archives: Rhona
Terra Madre: Sustainable education
If I had a few more lifetimes I would have gone to a few more workshops – can’t imagine how many there were at Terra Madre, with 8 meeting rooms, a Lingua Madre space and a Slow Food Projects Meeting … Continue reading
Sensorial overload
Hard to find coherent words to report on an overwhelming couple of days. Here are some sights: I found my long lost love, Testarolo; said to be the earliest pasta, it’s named for the large flat pan it’s cooked in. … Continue reading
Terra Madre opening
The first day of anything is chaotic, especially in Italy. The first day of a fair expecting 150,000 especially so. And the logistics of herding some 5000 very international delegates to the opening ceremonies for Terra Madre were handled with … Continue reading
Starting with Salone
What can one say about Salone del Gusto? The world’s largest artisanal food fair is how I describe it. We attempted to have a quick look round in an hour or so, but barely managed to tour one small corner. … Continue reading
Italian beginnings
Flew into Bologna only yesterday, shattered after an early morning that could have passed for a late night; such are the travails of crossing London in time for a 7.10 flight from Stansted Airport. After a doze on the plane … Continue reading









