The texture is crispy and creamy, a nutritious, hearty meal filled with the simple foods upon which this civilization is built. But it’s more than just food. It’s an apology, and the remorse you feel makes you savor it even more.
They arrived alone, mostly, or in ragged twos and threes, stumbling in from the late winter cold in their oversized cotton hoodies and bought-on-credit Canada Goose parkas, past the out-of-order ATM in the lonely wood-panelled foyer, and the corner where the cigarette machine used to stand; skirting the Thursday evening dart league in the fluorescent-lit adjacent lounge where somebody’s bawdy grandma was drinking double shots of rye and the teary-eyed break-up dramas were unfolding loudly and . . .
They arrived alone, mostly, or in ragged twos and threes, stumbling in from the late winter cold in their oversized cotton hoodies and bought-on-credit Canada Goose parkas, past the out-of-order ATM in the lonely wood-panelled foyer, and the corner where the cigarette machine used to stand; skirting the Thursday evening dart league in the fluorescent-lit adjacent lounge where somebody’s bawdy grandma was drinking double shots of rye and the teary-eyed break-up dramas were unfolding loudly and . . .
In Italy, La Madonna is everywhere—rendered in frescos, enshrined in basilicas, honored in local festivals, invoked in the prayers of old widows and the curses of old men. Even so, a traveler, taken in by the cobblestone piazzas, the art, the hillsides teeming with olive orchards and vineyards, the lyrical language, local wines and regional dishes, might find it easy to forget that this country is Catholic.
It is Christmastime when you and your future husband, Nick, take an overnight tr. . .
In Italy, La Madonna is everywhere—rendered in frescos, enshrined in basilicas, honored in local festivals, invoked in the prayers of old widows and the curses of old men. Even so, a traveler, taken in by the cobblestone piazzas, the art, the hillsides teeming with olive orchards and vineyards, the lyrical language, local wines and regional dishes, might find it easy to forget that this country is Catholic.
It is Christmastime when you and your future husband, Nick, take an overnight tr. . .