When my children attended St. Albans School in Washington, DC, October 4 was a big day for them. In our house we knew it as the day that you brought your dog to school to get blessed. What we didn’t know, or appreciate, was that it was the Feast Day for St. Francis of Assisi. Continue reading Happy St. Francis Day!→
If it’s Wednesday, it must be Norcia. We have oft repeated that phrase, or something similar (“if it’s Tuesday, it must be Norcia” for example) during our food and wine tours. Because a trip to Norcia is so worthwhile and because a trip to Norcia requires devoting the better part of a day, it just makes sense.
The other day was, indeed, Wednesday. And so it must have been, and most assuredly was, Norcia. As well as Castelluccio. Continue reading Time Tunnel→
Weeeeeeeeeee’re baaaaaaaaaaaaaack! And, if you care to follow along, we’re back for six weeks. More or less. We’ll try to keep the posts short and sweet. Not a strong suit, I fear. Continue reading Perbacco? We’re Back, Oh!→
At some point our readers must think we make this stuff up. You simply can’t have a day like yesterday, let alone on the heels of dozens of days just like it. But that’s our life in Italy. Not the life of Reilly, exactly. More like the life of Roberto. Continue reading We’re Cooking Now→
Just a brief post from London. I know, brief usually means a 10 minute read. But we’re off to the Tower this morning and then off to tea with the Queen. Need to get fitted for topcoat and tails. Continue reading London Calling→
That we’ve outdone ourselves, a couple that has spent the better part of a decade eating and drinking their way across Italy, whose mission over the past four years has been to become intimate with every chef and restauranteur and winemaker in Umbria, is quite a feat. But for the past day, we have put the dolce in the vita and we drank ‘em bot’ up. Continue reading Let it Bea→
If a picture is worth a thousand words, then our group’s trip to Deruta to paint ceramics under the supervision of master ceramicist Gerardo Ribigini and his daughter Claudia was the equivalent of writing War and Peace. Continue reading Mug Shots→
Some Einstein once said that the definition of insanity is to do the same thing over and over again and expect a different result. Perhaps it was Einstein. We don’t really know. But regardless of who said it first, Umbria visits on us a certain form of insanity. We do the same things over and over again, but here, each time we get a different result. That’s probably why we’re crazy about Umbria. Continue reading Carbon Paper→