I wrote this recipe as a birthday present for a friend after having followed it myself, so you may notice some random capitilisation and the odd bit that makes no sense. This also has nothing to do with Rome.
A small guide to not being a rubbish tourist in Rome
I hope you said goodbye to cohesive timetables, sensible living hours and general sanity because these things really do not matter out here. Whatever stereotypes you may have heard about Italy and the Italians, I want you to bring them to the front of your mind. They are true. All of them. Well perhaps not the one about the hairy women, although I have yet to check. Don’t be daunted though, because hopefully in the following article I will be able to shed a little light on what is, in my opinion, the most beautiful, the most luxurious and the most unendingly complicated city in the world.