Late Winter, When A Young Man’s Thoughts Turn To The Spaghetti Harvest

The winter is dragging now. I begin to daydream. Oh to be back in the Ticino on the border between Switzerland and Northern Italy! How we’d frolic in the warm spring sunshine (just a few months away, now) while watching the doughty Swiss bringing in the Spaghetti Harvest.

Maybe this year, to prepare for the bounty of the fresh spaghetti crop, I could go out onto Buzzards Bay and harpoon some Humpback Mackerel, and drain their sangiovese case oil to boil down and make some Chianti to go with it. A votre sante!