You woke me up at two in the morning so that I could taste your spaghetti prepared with the small tomatoes from your “Vesuvius” and freshly picked basil from your terrace , still sopping with the summer dew. What a gift you made of that night. Otherwise, I would have spent another night sleeping senselessly. Instead I had a wonderful bowl of pasta!
I believe “Angels cook in this Maison”: pasta, fish and vegetable couscous, as well as Aglianico wine, and cakes…