Cortona was the backdrop the universe chose to deliver my traditional, mid-holiday existential gospel, and fegatini, a gamey, rustic Tuscan liver pâté, became the week’s edible metaphor.
Food doesn’t have to mean everything, but it can’t mean nothing.
Cortona was the backdrop the universe chose to deliver my traditional, mid-holiday existential gospel, and fegatini, a gamey, rustic Tuscan liver pâté, became the week’s edible metaphor.