Ah, the food. Italian farmers eat huge lunches and in return for helping with the harvest, Nona Maria has been feeding us lunch. Eating lunch wears me out. I'm not tired when we break for lunch, but afterward, it is all I can do to stagger back to my bed and pass out for an hour. Lunch includes, but is not limited to, salami, a pasta course, a meat course, a vegetable and side dish course, a cheese course, dessert, coffee and a shot of limoncello. By itself, this would be a tremendous endeavor, but Nona Maria is there the whole time insisting that we consume ever larger quantities of food. We've become quite adept at using the word "basta" (enough), but it seems to only marginally reduce the amount of food she puts on our plates.
Luckily, today we have a break from Maria's kitchen. We're hanging around Il Cuccio doing yard work and gardening. Lunch today was reasonably small and I'm spending my siesta time writing this update instead of lying in a food induced coma. Tomorrow evening Maria has promised to get the brick oven fired up to make pizzas. She says there will be 20 different kinds of pizza and there is no doubt in my mind that she is underestimating by at least 10. But in the morning, I think we will all be venturing out to Asti. The Saturday morning market will be fun and also that amazing gelateria near the train station needs to be visited again.
Ciao a tutti.
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