I digress. This recipe is neither intuitive or very simple but it is splendid. Worth every penny and every hour it took to make. Make a note to yourself: if I make this dish for you I must really, really adore you.
P.S. This may be the most ghetto thing I have ever done on this blog. As soon as I realized that I had to type the recipe out, I began regretting it...keepin' it classy.
Back to Under the Tuscan Sun - my favorite part this time around:
Southerners have a gene, as yet undetected in the DNA spirals, that causes them to believe that place is fate. Where you are is who you are. The further inside you the place moves, the more your identity is intertwined with it. Never casual, the choice of place is the choice of something you crave.