Italy. An interesting, infuriating place to live as a gin-raddled expat. Some notes and observations.
Thursday, 19 August 2010
One for Diplo
When all the talk is done, when chins have been stroked and teeth sucked, the proof of the pudding is when the end result is placed delicately in your gob. The finest buffalo mozzarella, delicate olive oil made by some wizened inbred peasant from Liguria, fresh basil from the herb garden and undoubtedly the finest tomatoes on God's green earth. I thank you.