Perhaps, like me and every other child from an Italian family, you went home for a weekend in late November or early December to find that your mother was gifted about 12 loaves of panettone bread. She knows that those sweet, dried fruit-studded, slightly pyramid-shaped breads will sit on her dining room table for the whole month and she won’t eat them. She then pawned off two of the panettones onto you.
In his memoir A Moveable Feast, Ernest Hemingway immortalized the literary cafe culture of 1920s Paris, making La Closerie des Lilas and Les Deux Magots household names. He also convinced subsequent generations of American study abroad students that “Paris was always worth it,” despite his caveat “this is how Paris was in the early days when we were very poor and very happy.” Which is to say, it’s not always a Woody Allen film.
Starbucks will make its first foray into the Italian market with a roastery located in a stately old post office on Piazza Cordusio in Milan, the company announced today in a press release. The roastery, the first to open in Europe and the fifth in the world, is slated to be unveiled at the end of 2018.
Bottarga ruined my husband’s whole Sunday. We’d met some friends at a newish trattoria known for their lavish, Italian-accented brunch menu, and pretty much ordered the whole darned thing. Passing around food is never his favorite thing, but he was game, spooning a little from each passed dish and sampling. I stuck a fork into a yellow-flecked tangle of pasta, twirled, and took a bite.