i vini dolci pugliesi: the sweet wines of puglia
My mouth water continued to water, but I couldn't seem to swallow fast enough. I looked over at Annarita, who had already bitten through her bottom lip and seemed content on swallowing her own chin. 'If the next speaker says anything other than, 'Mo' ragà, si scende!' ('Alright boys, let's head down') I'm going to kill him with my thumb', she said, her eyes scanning over the shoulders up to the podium, calculating, I think, how long she'd have before they'd pull her off. more
Part One: The Golf Ball
‘What else am I supposed to do’, he says, his voice angry and cracking. ‘You expect me to sit in front of some cafe with a bunch of the boys and await my own death? Is that what you want?’ more
Part 2: Let’s Not Forget That Giorgio Smells Sulpher.
The making of Olive Oil in southern Italy. more
Part Three: Bananas, Coffee and chocolate.
I've been doing a lot of reading lately on olive oil quality. And I've been talking first-hand with producers, marketers more
Santa Cesarea
I recently rode my bicycle to Santa Cesarea Terme, a stunningly beautiful village on the Adriatic coast, about 50 kilometres more
