...to the Junior Four-Footed, whose second birthday it was yesterday. No longer a puppy, although he spent the morning behaving like one, as he seemed to have slight earache and was being deeply pathetic about it (typical dog...at the slightest provocation, they do the 'dying duck in a thunderstorm' act, generally until dinner time). A celebratory Bonio took his mind off it, though, and instead - since he chose to keep his biscuit , rather than eat it, long after Senior FF had wolfed his down - we spent the afternoon with deep and threatening growls emerging from under the desk, as Senior FF attempted to persuade him to surrender it. Even at the advanced age ot two, life doesn't become straightforward....
Saltimbocca alla Romana, with Cipolline al' agro dolce
Mille Feuille of Raspberries