I am an Italian native living in Northern California. I write memoir and food stories, cook a lot and photograph the world around me.
Once upon a time there was a traffic diverter. It was a sad
handkerchief of dirt hemmed in by red concrete, its only
decoration a “Do Not Enter” sign addressed to drivers, with the
promise of a $75 minimum fine for violators.
The morning after, I hold in my hands my first little wheel of cheese.
A bit of oil is sprinkled on the surface, the lid goes on and the dough goes into the fridge. See you tomorrow.
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