There is a restaurant that we go to frequently that wheels around a Jeep-tire of "gorgonzola dolce" at the end of the (usually three hour) meal...served with homemade cherry or fig marmalade of course. You eat this (overlooking the Riviera) with a spoon while finishing a cold glass of the house Vermentino. I promise no one talks about calories, workouts, cholesterol, time, money, or politics. Sounds like this publication could be a good spot for me :)


American immigrant in Italy with too many degrees in Psychology. I write about everything I’m afraid of.

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