I can't leave Emilia Romagna without talking about edible life. Nevermind the sights, what you eat is the most important thing, and of course, those who share in your meal or had a hand in its creation are revered. People aren't joking when they say they left Italy ten pounds heavier; they are dead serious, but I'll bet they leave satisfied and content. Once at home, they must have visions of dream banquets that just don't manifest quite like they did in Italy. According to my father, his sister - my zia pia is simply the best cook, like his mother, and it's true! Breakfast was a light affair, little cakes with tea, perhaps an espresso. Lunch was delicious, sometimes pasta con ragu (which is a buttery, creamy, tomato and meat sauce) with salad and
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