Morning canning projects are followed by languid afternoons on the porch, and evenings comforted by a glass (alright, two) of Amaro Lucano where IÂ almost pick up the camera to snap a photo of the roasted cauliflower before it's devoured, but then IÂ remember the languid part and IÂ don't
get up, and the cauliflower
gets polished off, escaping any
photographic proof that it existed.