For the last two days lunch was fresh ricotta from the whole food shop with delicious overripe Roma tomatoes, some basil and black pepper on pumpkin seed bread.
Memories of a very hot July in Rome on the last day of a week long stay. Down to my very last Lira, just enough to buy a small muslin bag of this white curd-like stuff, warm and dripping and a handful of odd shaped tomatoes at a small market. The seller took pity on me scraping together my last coins and gave me a piece of bread for free. Munching this and licking my fingers all the way on the night train crossing the Alps into Munich.