Monday, May 25

POETRY

There are days that I miss Paris, but I’m ready for my next assignment: a trip to Sicily. My boss has decided to send me to Taormina, where I will be in charge of organising something vague. I love organising vague events, especially when lunch and dinner sound like poetry. A few days ago I discussed the menu with my Italian colleague and asked her if she had a preference for parmigiana di zucchine verdi con pomodoro, mozzarella e maggiorana fresca or if she would choose rotolini di manzo speziato con fagiolini e dressing. In the end we decided we would serve both, and add frittatini di verdure e ricotta alle erbe aromatiche all’ aceto balsamico on top. To tell the truth I’m slightly nervous but I think that things will work out fine.