For Mother’s Day weekend we drove to the country to see this:
We stayed on an organic farm, in an old stone house:
which is this:
where they gave us this menu for lunch:
Now in most places (or at least places I have been) you would order one from each section, making a full meal. I tried in vain to do just that, but after some very funny Italian and finally switching to English, I was made to understand that no, there would be no ordering. This is what we will be eating, what is being served. All of it.
So they brought this:
then they brought this:
and then 2 big bowls containing some of this <– and some of that –>:
and then it was on to this:
and, of course, you can’t have that without this:
and this:
and always this:
to which we did that:
and it all ended with this:
to go with that:
and after all that, well, we felt like this:
so my husband needed to do this:
while I had to do that:
We told them we’d skip dinner.
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