Hello, my friends. I’m back—ecco mi qua—after a weeklong trip to the U.S. plus six days (yes, it takes me that long!) to recuperate from jet lag and re-emersion into the rhythms of life with children-in-school. And what better way to nestle in and readjust then to hit a food fair on a cold, October Sunday? The excuse for the event was the ever-important Grape, but Italian edibles of every description were on hand along with music and abundant allegria. The “prize” of the day, however, goes to the young man who made mozzarella right before our hungry eyes. Here’s how you do it:
What is it?The Daily Cure for me is trying to smell taste touch—really experience— something, each day, that reminds me that I'm alive and, mostly, happy to be here. A small moment that should go a long way, at least in theory.