A Season in Full Color
“Color is a power which directly influences the soul.”
– Wassily Kandinsky
April arrives not with a shout, but with a soft unveiling.
A tender green unfurls on the trees.
The skies stretch open in wide swaths of robin’s egg blue.
The kind of blue that feels like hope, like renewal, like Easter morning light.
There’s something sacred in the way color returns with the season.
Not loudly. Not all at once. But gently.
A blush on blooming branches,
the softened gold of afternoon light warming your kitchen counter,
a fresh green poking through the earth, as if to whisper, you can begin again.
This is the month when color becomes more than something you see.
It becomes something you feel.
A kind of poetry without words. A love language.
In the Bella Cucina kitchen,
color becomes a way of living.
We find it in the swirl of pesto spun with sun-drenched peppers.
In petals scattered like confetti over the humble perfection of a fried egg.
In the intention behind the objects we choose to surround ourselves with.
Plates passed down, spoons with stories,
gifts wrapped in ribboned hues that softly say, I thought of you.
This month, we celebrate color as affection.
As nourishment.
As beauty you can taste.
A Recipe That Speaks in Color
& Easter Light
If you’ve ever wished to eat sunshine, let this be your Easter invitation.
Or any slow, spring morning that deserves a little more color, and a little more care. Our Calendula & Chive Fried Eggs with Golden Pepper Pesto and Greens recipe is a sensory ode to the season. Golden yolks sizzle in olive oil until edges lightly crisp like lace. A flutter of calendula petals brings brightness and bloom. All finished with a generous spoonful of Golden Pepper Pesto adding warmth and flavor. This is a breakfast (or brunch, or supper) that speaks with its own vibrant language.
Gather greens. Crack eggs. Let the morning be slow, and the colors speak for themselves.
This month, linger longer at the table. Wrap a gift in a hue that carries meaning. Pick up a spoon that has stirred love for generations. And remember — there’s color in everything, if you know how to look.
