Everyone says it’s impossible to get a bad meal in Italy. That’s not true.
After spending a wonderful morning in the galleries of the Museo Borghese, feasting our eyes on the Caravaggios, like his “Self Portrait as Bacchus,” and on the sculptures Bernini carved—improbably rendering marble as smooth and pliant as flesh—we took the bus back to Trastevere in search of a good lunch. You can’t tell by the facade of authenticity, or by the menu, or the prices, or the aromas coming out of the kitchen. But some meals are disappointing. The pasta was greasy, the porcini were soggy, the stew was bland, the antipasti boring.
But we did see some other interesting sights. An ivy covered house:
Marcus Aurelius’s copycat version of Trajan’s triumphal column:
and some black laundry items hanging out:
Today is Saturday. We have big plans. We’ll start at Dolci Desideri with Ramie and Harry, and then go to the market around the corner to buy some veggies for tonight’s dinner. Then, I’m getting together with my new friend Ruth, who works for the non-profit Diversity for Life, an organization that promotes education in agricultural biodiversity (mainly in the U.S. and Africa, where it’s most needed). After that, Jack and I will meet up with his friend Dylan for some play date fun. Then dinner… what will I cook?
The day started off with a beautiful sunrise:
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The Roving Locavore 