Posted by on Jun 9, 2018 | 8 comments

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I can smell that soup even over all this night-blooming jasmine!

Well, mama just wrote me that last night she and papa took three lovely ladies (all approaching 80–so they are celebrating their sweet friendships with a trip to Italy!) whom they knew from Lost Angeles (LOULOU, it’s LOS ANGELES, not LOST!) to dinner next door to their apartment, and they ordered a steak for four people (there were five but mama wanted pasta) and after having eaten all the tasty bits before the cow arrived, no one could finish the meat.  Are you kidding?

Mama asked to have everything left over put in a kitty bag, haha, to take home (next door) and today, even ALONE (!) here in  my little garden, I can smell the broth made by throwing everything left over into a pot along with onions, carrots, a tomato (for balance, she says) and whatever was left over in a dish from yesterday’s lunch–they are called “agretti” and are steamed and eaten with olive oil and lemon–so she stirred those in, too, and that elixir is sending its perfume all the way to France!

Can you imagine having a nice bone left over from dinner and NOT HAVING ME THERE TO FINISH IT OFF?  The nerve!

She even put in the leftover chunks of roasted potatoes.

Maybe she’ll bring some home with her for my dining pleasure…

I just hope she doesn’t put those leftover bits of Pecorino cheese in that pot!  I like mine plain.

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HEY!  THERE IS NO STEAK IN HERE!  I’m calling the maître d’hotel!