Posts Tagged: bread
The stage was a counter, covered with ice and shellfish, baskets of vegetables, breads and pastries. The script was different every night. Salvatore, gigantic, prepared dishes using the ingredients on display before the tables. Ada paced through the room and
What a miracle that apple was, no cook on earth could prepare a dish as good as that apple, nothing as fresh except, maybe, the warm bread of Rocco, the baker on Calle della Foresta di Mezzo.