Back in 2013, Glenn and I wandered into the La Taverna di San Giuseppe osteria in Siena, and we’ve been haunted by potatoes ever since.
We were beginning to understand that being in Italy in October meant that we were going to encounter at least little bit of rain every day, usually in the afternoons. This was fine with us, since we were coming from Texas, which at that time had literally been through almost a decade of serious draught conditions. Rain can be a beautiful thing.
Day nine, Monday, October 7th, started innocently enough. But you know what they say about the best laid plans of mice and men…