Christmas Day, between meals, at little card game called Scopa....I watched Sandro's hand, he was partnered with Marco. It's a bit complicated, but I could probably catch on. They had just before this explained that the word SCOPA means broom or fuck, of course, depending on the
context.
At 8 o'clock we sat down to the second meal of the day, soup and the meats used to make the broth, I could only eat the soup and passed on the meats. Very
unlike me.The day after Christmas: lunch. Leftovers, with the northern Italian favorite: POLENTA, and then pannetone, the way it's supposed to be eaten, with a warm chocolate sauce dripped over it. AND THEN dinner treat: SANDRO'S justifiably famous PIZZA.
After all this we talked about having plain boiled rice to eat today....I'm thinking brown rice and cabbage is about right.
