mangia mangia

Tonight as we sat down to dinner the man who cooked the risotto said "In Italy all we talk about is food". He isn't too far wrong. He cooked the perfect risotto while three women sat and watched, he educating us by discussing the finer points of how much pepperoncino to put in with the wild asparagus, and how finely the onions should be chopped.

The problem with having foodie friends is the amount I must eat...

Lunch with a family earlier today was pasta, barbequed minute steaks, bread, beans, salad, cheeses, and lots of fresh fruit. Tonight dinner was risotto, rabbit, three different types of stuffed, grilled or baked vegetables, bread, salad then gelato.

Every mouthful was delicious. Tomorrow the exercise regime begins again!

Zacchi and I decided that we have been speaking too much English so after all that eating we were back up in the piazza discussing life in general with the priest and a woman friend. Sometimes the language comes, while at other times I go completely blank. Zacchi, on the other hand, is completely bi-lingual, much to the amusement of our neighbours.