italian cuisine

literature, latch key to the soul. good literature, elusive. under the tuscan sun -- its words are like olive trees sprouting from the soil of my mind, blossoms of italian culture. i bite into each page, chew it, spit out the pits and continue hungrily, eager to explore a new day in a new country. i wake with the characters in their ancient home, sip tea on their balcony watching the sunlight unfurl across the orchards, cook peach preserves and pick pine nuts from the oblivious trees lining my walk way. it's an old house. i'm making new memories. don't make me turn out the light.