you've not had breakfast until you've had a farmhouse breakfast. we'd organic, free-range eggs (from ida's organic, free-range hens) and the yolks were so yellow they made me almost delirious. there was also the freshest, fluffiest apple cake that she baked earlier in the morning. ohmyword, an apple cake like no other (apples from her own trees, of course). i suppose the recurring theme this tuscan holiday was to eat local and save the earth, nevermind the belly. i ate so much local produce that in my head, i was single-handedly offsetting my otherwise giant carbon footprint. green substitutes and the like, you know? like if i ate eggs from ida's hens, i wasn't eating eggs that had been produced by grumpy battery hens and transported millions of miles to my plate. oh no! i was saving the earth by eating. and who can argue with that logic? :) but seriously, local produce is my new religion. it took every ounce of self-restraint to stop me from quitting before i even start and uprooting to live like a hermit farmer in tuscany, sustenance farming and making the extra cent from city slicker tourists who've never seen a vine in their life.
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and what's almost better than eating local produce? shopping for local produce to bring home!
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