Above: Pepper for cacio pepe There are too many new ristoranti in Rome that don’t know a pizza from a piazza. I remember when we used to come here, mama and papa would bring me tidbits of this or that—bistecca alla Fiorentina, for example—or mama would get inspired (as she is daily) to make pasta fresca with a sauce of porcini or artichokes or even...
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We’re on the third floor here in Rome and I think I have vertigo. Mama held me up to the window very gently (I wanted DOWN) because she thinks I’m bored/depressed/lethargic/preoccupied/off my feed or any combination therein because I do not have a GARDEN here. Now a garden is a great thing, especially in April when mama is out there watching...
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(I always wash before scratching….) Cat scratches can be scary as all get out. Which brings me to manners. My mama and papa have taught me that manners work for me, not against me. Just like people’s manners. When I first sidled up to the patio door and mama spotted me skulking around the garden and looking interested, I had no idea I would end...
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