Not long ago my daughter and I were on a girl’s week in Rome. We popped down to the store near our hotel do a little shopping for a picnic and for treats to take home to assuage our husbands, left behind in Seattle’s rain while we tried a little dolce vita in the sun.
What to look at first? Our eyes rolled around, dazed with the splendor until we saw the humble cheese pacifiers. What mama and bambino could resist such a temptation? Next came serious business – the purchase of balsamic vinegar. After several tastes we decided on a bottle from Acetaia Dodi, founded in 1891. The Riserva di Famiglia made me dream of strawberries just picked on a summer day. Daughter said, “This is it! I taste black cherries, Barolo and honey.”
Now we were offered more samples, this time a slice of cheese: pecorino or was it caciocavallo? No matter – we bought a chunk along with a bottle of red wine to enjoy in our room. Our helper threw in slices of good Roman bread, all neatly wrapped so they wouldn’t go
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When we were finished it was time for a decision – a siesta or more sightseeing? No contest – our time in Rome was short so we jumped on the Metro to head for the Via Condotti. Shoes, instead of food, were now our goal.
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