Italia

I had perfectly good intentions to assail you with long-winded, colorful tales from my charmed visit abroad.  I wanted you to feel the champagne warmth of those Umbrian sunsets and taste the earthy dust of black truffles on freshly hand-crafted strangozzi.  I really did.

I also have two weeks’ worth of laundry to do.

Kindly forgive my jet-lagged brevity (and the lack of a new recipe), and let’s just assume for now that a picture is indeed worth a thousand words, shall we? (We can also assume that Italy is suffering a shortage of Montefalco Sagrantino, the blackberry-hued Umbrian vino rosso, and most varieties of its cured pork.  I couldn’t help myself.)

Andiamo!