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Ah, the gustato... die Vorspeise... the horse ovaries... that wonderful array of culinary masterpieces whose sole purpose it is to whet the appetite and delight the senses. During those days when I still entertained the illusion of any hope of ever losing weight, I made many a meal of just two or three appetizers, and nothing else. A helping of succulent escargots swimming in garlic butter... focaccia generously brushed with olive oil and onions and cheese and sun-dried tomatoes.... half a dozen butterfly shrimp stuffed with crabmeat, because after all, a woman does need her protein... that was it. Really. As a dietary technique, it didn't work particularly well, but the sheer satisfaction rivalled that accompanying the birth of my first child. |
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