“A dewer”

Today the Piemontese fog was as thick as marzapan. We walked along the eerie road to Villafranca and detoured into the nebulous fields looking for mushrooms. Our shoes leaked and the fog seemed to just grow thicker. But we are less concerned with the outdoor conditions than with dinner these days. Our kitchen has a sort of weather system, a culinary one with precipitation, heat waves, and fog of its own. Wiggle your nose into a boiling pot of prosciutto and veal ravioli and you too will know the feeling of “a dewer” in the Piedmont.

Here’s a few more pictures from handmade dinners over the last couple weeks. It’s all good.



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