Fettuccini alla Romana; the pool
There was a time in the not-too-distant past when I bought cook books whenever we traveled. Wait…. I still do that. Except now I do it surreptitiously as someone, who shall remain nameless, thinks that I have more than enough cook books already. When we were in Marrakesh I bought three small cook books – two were in French and one in Spanish. When we were in Italy a few … Continue reading →