Back in San Martino Spino. A good night's sleep at Tizio's farm-house. The neighbor picked a basket of zuchinni & gave them to us. Tizio delivered them straight to his mother. With that-we were all- all 9 of us-invited over to lunch; BUT where would everybody fit? A mini-crisisissimo--we brought some chairs from Tizio's & relayed this message-for Tizio's mama's cooking we would squeeze into a space the size of a cappucino cup! Ahhh...everyone loves the big praises! Tizio's father watches us climb in around the table.
No problemmisimo! The zucchini has been fried & mixed with pasta. lambrusco is poured all around. Mama watches everyone eat. Molto benne! the best ever!
We stuff ourselves. Not a bite can be left over. Tizio banters with his mama
in Italian. YES! We love the food!
Horns!
Heavy-Metal high praises.
Ciao.
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