Stirato When my family was stationed in Italy, to say we ate well is an understatement. To say we lived well, seems boastful. We dined like anyone – al fresco, in back alleys, in a Nonna’s living room-turned Trattoria, at the corner pizzeria… we may have truly learned to live, to appreciate life during those…
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Bad Man
I am a bad, bad man… Well, woman ——- and not really (but I am going for dramatic effect)! My intentions after dusting and laundry were to sit down to a plate of steaming fresh ricotta crepes ( see previous post) for a nice little treat, as the yogurt consumed at 0500 had already left…
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