Hello, chickadees! Let’s get down to bidness with the food report. More and/or lengthier posts may be coming on any and/or all of these items; when/if they do, just pretend you didn’t see this post, OK? But I simply couldn’t wait any longer.
UP first: Mr. Apricot brought up five kilos of still-warm, fresh mozzarella from Naples. AND THEN WE ATE IT ALL.
I stopped into the Mercato Esquilino the other day, and found it full of men, food and exotic spices.
We ate at a new-ish restaurant in the neighborhood, and everything was so good we ordered it all over again, but switched plates. Here is a pistachio and pancetta sauce that I had first, and then Leo had.
This is one of the supermarkets I go to. It is totally hidden from the street and ghetto fabulous. Caesar is weeping in his grave.
Check out what they’re feeding babies in this country.