The only advantage of one of the few problems I have had with the Roman way of being is that they often made me feel like one of my favorite Star Trek characters: Data. I found it hard to understand when they were joking, or when they were angry, and I have had more than one awkward moment making a…
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Apricot jam crostata
I don’t think you would ever guess which sweet comes to mind when I think of Italy. It’s not the world-famous gelato, nor tiramisu, nor even panna cotta, but the apricot crostata that I used to eat on Saturday afternoons at the bar near our house when we lived in Bracciano. They didn’t have anything else at snack time, since…
