Until you've eaten at Chez Guy's house with a curled braciole resting on its little cradle, a lamb roast studded with garlic and redolent of rosemary, a perfectly cured pig jowl resting on the counter, Miry's lovely mache and shiitake salad, Tony's famous spicy scampi, and Mike's pasta fagiole (spelling?), accompanied by many tiny glasses of wine and surrounded by friends bonded by the simple joy of one thing or another or many and many other things, well, you don't know how rich and warm one can feel in a poor and chilly place as this.
Thank you, thank you.
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As they say in Italy, At table one never grows old.
yum!
Hey, I miss you ladies!
that was a lovely post amy!
Well, I did share a McDonalds hamburger with a homeless guy once.....
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