No Restaurant Makes Crostini Like My Nonna

Some recipes aren’t just food.. they’re stories. ❤️These Tuscan crostini are the taste of my childhood, the smell of Sunday mornings, and the reason I fell in love with cooking.My Nonna’s recipe isn’t written anywhere.. it lives in her hands, her memory, and the kitchen we still cook in together.
If you’ve ever tried crostini di fegatini in Tuscany, you know every family makes them differently.But I’ve never found any like hers.. not in a single restaurant.It’s one of those Italian traditional recipes that represents more than food: it’s family, culture, and love served on toasted bread.
This is authentic cucina toscana, made from simple ingredients and patience.She starts with a base of finely chopped onion, celery, parsley, and sometimes carrot.Then she adds minced meat, chicken livers, anchovies, and capers, letting them cook slowly in extra virgin olive oil until everything melts together.A splash of Vinsanto, a ladle of warm broth, salt, pepper, and time.. that’s it.No measurements, no tricks, just intuition and heart, the essence of real Italian home cooking.
We spread it warm over crusty toasted bread, drizzle a touch of olive oil, and that first bite… it’s Tuscany.Rustic, rich, savory, comforting.. the kind of Italian comfort food that makes you stop talking for a second.

Ingredients (by heart, not by scale)
* Chicken livers
* Minced beef
* Anchovies
* Capers
* Onion
* Celery
* Parsley
* (Optional) Carrot
* Vinsanto (sweet Tuscan wine)
* Broth
* Extra virgin olive oil
* Salt and pepper
* Crusty Tuscan bread

This recipe is part of my family tradition, passed down through generations of women who cooked with love, not precision.It’s what authentic Italian food really is: simple ingredients, soulful flavor, and the kind of cooking that connects you to your roots.
Because when I think of Tuscan crostini, I don’t think of restaurants.. I think of Nonna.
Buon appetito, sunshine ☀️

When you’re hungry and Italian, there is only one emergency contact. Nonna, bene, eh, cheitina tutta. Ma come mai la fai? Oh, guarda. Sparisci, sparisci. Mi sembra un gallo a faola. Ma vist gali a faola. Come farò? Ma che mi importa se non son bella? Tanto al mio amore, io so una stella. Eh, la forzaccia, vedi? Ora se tu la fti boni conchi. Sì, sciocchio anche in fiato. Nunzi, tenzi, quanzi, mele, melunzi, tuffi, raffi e ceci. Buono, buono, buono. Guarda, guarda, guarda. Mangere anche un altro.