Build your cities on the slopes of Vesuvius! What else than love of San Marzano tomato that grows in the volcanic soil of Mount Vesuvius could make Nietzsche say so? I loved them too, but barely imagined relishing one in Calcutta the way they taste the best - as luscious topping of a ripe Neapolitan pizza. Clearly I lacked imagination. By dishing up a pliant and delicious roundel decked with San Marzano pomodoro, supple Mozzarella, perfectly grilled chicken, fresh onions and house BBQ, Milee Droog suddenly brought Naples a hop, skip and a jump away. However, a blend of Grenache, Syrah and Mourvèdre was dearly missed. Satyaki, please oblige someday! #uncookedwords
I love good-food. And, I love writing about it too. Having never found taste in penning insipid narratives, I sought stories and trivia that had grown around ‘Eating’ - some instantly, some over a period and some across generations. Therefore, my page shares stories wherein food plays the protagonist. Good-food pleases and bad-food teaches. So I owe as much to good ones as bad. And, I always pay for what I flaunt.
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