Sometimes there is no option but to have everything.

The ladies drove off in their van this morning and I am quite sure that there will be a flurry of activity in the town of Deruta at the Cama factory with Roberta, to witness the technique passed down for generations of hand painting plates, then into the shop of the famous Miriam and then as quick as a nine passenger van can go–off to climb the hill of Perugia to have lunch and a chocolate at the frescoed Bar Sandri, and then down into the dungeons of the quarter where the original Perugians lived before (and after) some power hungry person came and built ontop of them.

Tonight we will braise ribs and stir our hearts into a wild mushroom risotto.