RecipeMuncher

I was dreaming the other day about Rome. Not about the unfairly attractive Italians dressed so stylishly while seemingly at ease. Nor about the monumentally towering architectural wonders that make the Italian capital one of the most stunning in Europe. And not even about what Italy is so well known for - its remarkable pasta. Or is it Art? No matter. None of that occurred to me during this wonderment of food related rapid eye movement that holds true meaning. I was dreaming of espresso. So ma (...)