Figs seem terribly decadent to me. It must be all those luscious red filaments when you cut one open, eating the soft sweet inner flesh directly off the skin. Such a short season for this heady delight that nature has created with such perfection. Growing up I remember the fig tree in the backyard of…
When I think of figs, I think of imperial Rome, men in togas, woman with long earrings, houses with mosaic floors and central atriums with water features. There is something ancient and mysterious about figs. Inside their purple or dark green jackets are luscious, red filaments that make up their sweet inner flesh. A few…
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The highs and lows of my family's year in Florence. Enrolling the kids in Italain school, cooking the local produce, butchering the local language and lots of pictures of food, glorious food!!!
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