cafe counter, Monterrosso al Mare, Italy
I wish that all of the shops I stopped in here in Virginia had counters like this, full of giant wheels of fresh cheese and huge hunks of prosciutto waiting to be sliced paper-thin for a panini on fresh, crusty bread. In case you’ve ever wondered: everything they say about Italy is true. The people are slightly more fashionable, everything looks exactly like the movies, and the general attitude toward food is noticeably different from our own. I ate so well in Italy. Long, wonderfully exhausting days of walking-climbing-walking were always brought to a close with a delicious plate of fresh, whole food (and, of course, a bottle of wine).
So I endeavor to eat more like an Italian. Less processed, fake, chemically “food” and more whole, natural, actual food. It’s easier than it sounds, I think. Here, we are going to find out.
Tonight’s menu is roasted brussels sprouts and… well, we’ll see what’s in the fridge. (Check back later!)
and this road, she is a woman 