Today is the 2771 Birthday of Rome. Happy birthday!
The Great Roman Fabrizio™ shared his quintessential, virtuous Roman repast: fave, pecorino, vino bianco. It doesn’t get more Roman than that.
On the other hand, I arrived at Roma today to scoot southward down the Via Appia. I am in Basilicata, or Lucania.
We have orange and jasmine and a little fountain.
Here is the famous portable altar made by St. Joseph’s Apprentice, along with elements of the famous silk travel vestments, which a few of you elite readers helped to purchase.
So, we had Mass…
… and supper, and now serious CRASH.
Tomorrow, I must write an article for the paper sometime between breakfast, Mass and going to Lecce.
For a fascinating read about the guy who figured out the date of the Birthday of Rome: HERE
And because I usually post a food photo today… here’s some goat!
Yes, the sauce is made from goat.
An afternoon drink!
Yes, that’s rosemary. Lot’s of cracked ice, tonic, lime juice, lemon, basil leaves.
The pizza oven is ready.
Remember. The pizza oven is NOT as hot as Hell.
GO TO CONFESSION!