Three (Essential) Considerations for Your Orto
The seed rack at the garden center can be a dangerous place. That seed catalog that arrives in the mail? Don’t be fooled - it’s just as risky. I know because I've fallen victim to both (more than once) among countless gardeners, eyes bright with possibility, who buy hundreds of dollars worth of seeds, only to return the following season asking why their Swiss chard went to bolted (began to produce seed) untouched while their single tomato plant couldn't keep up with their family's appetite.
In Good Company: Our Favourite Fabriano Collaborators-WOODEN
The music drew us in, but the people made us stay. Wooden Bar in Fabriano is part cocktail haven, part community home, and 100% worth a visit—especially if you love soul, spritzes, and good company.
Why Growing Food Remotely is the Ultimate Oxymoron
There's something deeply ironic about trying to nurture a garden from 444 kilometers away. While the rest of the world celebrates the flexibility of remote work, I'm here learning that some things—like growing food—demand your physical presence in ways that no amount of technology can replace. Not even video calls to check in on the status of the aglione crop.
Our First Palio at Fritto Misto Comune: Already Planning for Next Year.
Well, that was a wild ride…..
The Palio di San Giovanni Battista just wrapped up here in Fabriano, and it was Fritto Misto Comune’s very first Palio season. We’re still buzzing from the energy, and already making plans for next year — because this festival isn’t just a medieval reenactment; it’s the lifeblood of this town. And we’re in it now.
A Toast to the Beginning - but really to all the people who help get us there.
A weekend of gratitude, connection, and celebration. Local makers, creative minds, and curious friends gathered to toast the beginnings of Fritto Misto Comune—and the future we’re building in Fabriano.
Why “Fritto Misto Comune”? A Story of Friendship, Food, and Fabriano.
Three people. Three accents. One cab ride in Turin that gave us a name—and a vision. “You’re a fritto misto,” the driver said, smiling. And just like that, our deliciously mixed journey began.