Posted by Loulou on Apr 28, 2013 | 2 comments

Rome’s beautiful bells are ringing out at 17:30 (5:30) and my dinnertime is coming up. I’m helping mama make osso buco (the white kind, NOT the tomato kind, which mama thinks is simply not as good!) for a dinner party on Monday night and I’m going pazza with the smell of seared veal and garlic and broth simmering on the stove (it’s...

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