“Now,” he says, “people hardly have time to stop. They are in a rush. No time to stop and talk, much less savor a taste.” Dreadful, I think. Surely it’s our (fast-paced American) fault. Do we all want such a place to go? Or just certain types of people?
Italian life, Florentine life, is what I dream of. This is the first spring in a very long time that I am not in Italy, but one of the recipes that transports me from whatever kitchen I’m in to my apartamentino in Florence is Pollo Spaccato e Speziato or spicy spatchcock chicken.
During these times of sheltering and reflection, we are thankful for all the wonderful ways to nourish our minds and souls. Here are a few suggestions from us: Books Fearlessness in Difficult Times. Pema Chodren Honey From A Weed . Patience Grey Papale Papale : Fabio Picchi The Third Plate: …
This carrot soup might as well be wearing some blingy gold jewelry, big yellow sunglasses and a straw hat.