I think that my name is on a list somewhere. Some Italian food mafia list.
And make no mistake, they are out to feed me.
Let me tell you that the word full doesn’t remotely cover it.
Then, when I had finished digesting that, they sent their guys around with dough balls and pizza from the new Milano At Home range (eh, don’t mind if I do, grazie mille). Perhaps they’re out to change my spudly ways (after all, with the noble exception of gnocchi, Italians don’t seem to go in much for the whole potatoes thing). Or maybe they wondered if I had opinions to share, which, when it comes to food, I generally do.