Vers l'absurde

Currently addicted to proscuitto.

Even though summer is technically over, and the nights here are starting to get cold cooler - there's still nothing like a dinner of proscuitto e melone, with some torn basil scattered atop and it all drizzled with a touch of balsamic vinegar.

The only thing better would be eating it while actually in Italy, perhaps on a terrace in Positano or in a Tuscan backyard or on a balcony in Florence overlooking the city, but you know, we can't have everything now, can we.