Nonna Margherita Dottorelli in her kitchen, 1905
Some excellent Tuscan recipes from her granddaughter, Marta, who refuses to be just a character in a novel made up by that writer Now a Good Meal To Settle the Nerves
BUT I did not like the way the Signora looked at me -- when she came in and found I had stopped vacuuming for a moment to turn the pages of her book with paintings of her travelling in the Amazon.
Her expression said that I had found the book inside her suitcase, not yet unpacked.
Allora? And if so?
If I had found the case left carelessly wide open, the beautiful book half on the floor, why could I be wrong to pick it up?
If I had become lost in the beauty of her paintings of the orchids so endangered? … If I had never dreamed that the heir of my now dead employer would have such talent … Was this then right, that she should give me such a look?