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flour for sweet canistrelli biscuits, turned into paste to spread on
fresh bread, made into liqueur, baked into a savory polenta-like
pudding, and enthusiastically consumed not only by the human
residents of the island, but also by sangliers, semiwild boars,
whose meat is flavored by their predilection for the nut.
I buy two jars of honey. Tapping one of the lids, the vendor
says, “Strong.” When I sample it, I let out an involuntary “Whoa,”
surprised by a completely un-honeylike bite. Instead of a round
sweetness, this honey came armed with a sharp, astringent note
of ... Marmite? Makeup remover? Even before I can properly
the faces of singers making
such a religious sound.
undisguised passion in
I’d never seen such
This was not a church pew
bathroom floor prayer.
prayer. This was a