Guarding the Sanctity of Italian Food, One Meal at a Time
Berardo Paradiso chewed slowly, his fork halfway to his mouth. “Basil and pepper, they are a very good boyfriend and girlfriend,” he said, gazing at the two sauces around the fillet of red snapper with potatoes and string beans. “Naturally, the potato is very much the witness of the wedding.” But something wasn’t right. “It’s…