An Italian Breakfast

The Italians are not big on breakfast. This is an adjustment for someone who enjoys a leaisurely brekfast with friends over a good omelet. But, as that old saying, “When in Roma…” or in my case in Panzano, I’m adaptaing. The cappuchino at La Curva bar is my favorite. The barrista achieves a generous, billowing foam. Even after I have emptied the cup a coating of foam clings to the sides begging me to swipe my spoon for a few more licks. Mmmm. Sometimes I’ll add a “Brioche” (what we call a croissant) or a biscotto. Last week I had this pistachio brioche that made me stop longing for a florentine omelet. The pistacchio creme was layered into the flakey roll and with each bite there was a burst of butter and pistachio… yum.