Whenever Mitch or Nat ask us where we will go to in Europe next trip, five out of six times we have said ‘Florence’.  They think that means we are already boring, predictable, old farts. We think that means that we love Florence.

Our farewell dinner was at one of Florence’s better known places.  The food is all cooked according to Mediaeval recipes – honey instead of sugar, again lots of vegetables, very few spices and almost no salt.  At first taste it seemed quite bland- then the depth of flavours from slow, fire-cooked foods kicked in.  It does take a while for palates so used to salt and highly spiced foods to adjust, but all this month has all been simple flavours, perfectly cooked and beautifully presented. I am almost feeling sorry for visitors to our place when we get home  – they will feel like Evans kitchen guinea pigs!
(By the way Scotty, I have used brackets to tell you that the total meal – three courses, bread, wine etc. was about $70)
Better let you go Scotty.  We’ve got a plane to catch tomorrow.

We leave Margie and Celia’s people to go off to the land of Saracens!