The sheep escaped in Corgna today, busting through some unknown hole in the fence. I heard them from the upstairs window, munching their way through the fig tree leaves and softly stampeding their up the dirt road. They are not great navigators. They got all jammed up between two trees and had to rethink their whole plan. Amazing the way they never stop eating.
thinly sliced some small, ridged zucchini and sautéed them with olive oil, slivers of garlic, and basil leaves. tossed with pasta and fior di latte. Cherries for dessert.