Why can’t I run down the street and pick up one of these for today’s lunch? About year and a half ago there were rumors of an Italian market opening right here in my home town. I had visions of shelves loaded with Italian pastas and oils, barrels overflowing with olives, counters piled high with panini and cases stocked with cheeses and prepared foods. I dreamed of not only shopping there, but working there, enticing others to sample and savor. The sign has been in the window for so long. Nothing has happened. Maybe this summer will be the right moment and I will be right there, anticipating this long overdue addition to my town.
In the mean time, this is my future, just not here. After a very long plane ride, I’ll be right there, ready to eat!