I sometimes daydream. It is true. My catatonic stare into a deep space can take minutes to travel through. Blink. I have to shake myself out of it. Blink. I may have been to paradise. Dazzling sun. White powder sand beaches and seas so brilliant an aquamarine blue it hurt the eyes. Blink.
Anything that celebrates ragu is something I celebrate!
You must come over and make thus for me. I'll find a Corsican wine to go with it: salute! π·
Beautifully written as always Louis. I daydreamed my way into your kitchen and could taste your delicious food. π