Milk, Please–by the glass, the litre, and the gallon

No one, as far as I can tell, drinks milk in Italy.  Whenever I find myself standing in line at the supermarket, holding a liter of milk–latte parzialmente scremato, which I take to be fresh 2 percent–I’m the only one. I’ve never seen anyone buy milk. There’s a tiny little milk section over there in…More

Ferlinghetti in Grottamare

Yesterday was a terrific day. Once again Tizi and I were brought to a beautiful place by her cousin Arnoldo and his amazing wife Marisa. It was a visit to Grottamare and, close by, to Massignano, where, with their garden club, a group of generous and friendly souls, we toured a citrus grove, a horticultural…More