Category: Food

I don’t know if they actually say that in Italian so I mayhave just invented a term. Still that’s the way I think of it. I had, with the help of Barbara (and some help from Cesare) arranged a lunch with Italian friends that was timed for just a few days before my departure. The […]

This spring I have not really ventured away from Bologna. I’m not sure why. Perhaps it’s because I did a lot of travel last fall or because it seemed that I almost always had someone to see on the weekend or even because I really just didn’t want to go anywhere alone this year as […]

These are two interesting words that I’ve talked about here in Italy with others. The first, suggestivo, came up in conversation at a meeting called the Magic Door, organized by two American expats. The concept is that when you go through the door one cannot speak any Italian, only English. However one of the expats […]

Franco and I had seen each other at least three times since I came to Bologna despite his ever changing schedule. But he does sometimes have some days off during the week so he invited me to lunch at “the best restaurant that I know, the kitchen of my mother”. I’m not sure where it was but it […]