Breakfast beckons. Here's the milk and yoghurt for my cereal, and the panna (cream) for my coffee.
And, here's the sturdy Weetabix, to soak up that milk
And, the battered old stovetop espresso maker, doing its job
I must be feeling really well, or I am delerious. I actually bought a branzino (bass) here, and the young fellow cleaned and de-headed it for me. He told me to use rosemarino as the herb, so I went and bought some
Here's where the diet starts to fall apart. After a bit of ambling, that darn coffee smells so good, and, oh .. look at that yummy thing. Oh, well, I'll just walk a bit more after I eat this
Well, what do you know? Here I am outside La Diana. Better go in and say hello to everyone. Yes, I'll stay and have lunch. The tortelli were delicious, and I had a glass of prosecco to wash it down. Their bread is the best in Venice. Oh, I did leave the raddichio, as a show of restraint
Here are the makings for my evening meal. I may show you the finished product, if it turns out
It wasn't bad. But, I'm still not convinced this cooking thing is all it's cracked up to be.