It's cold enough to make beef stew, which I did. Then Bob and I watched
Inspector Montalbano on International Mystery. The warm world of Montalbano is the opposite of my cold one. He solves crimes in Sicily, which is corrupt, poor and dominated by the Mafia, but also breathtakingly beautiful. It's a sunny island inhabited by lovable characters, one of whom is the wonderfully exasperated, sardonic inspector. He lives in a house by the beach and loves to swim and eat seafood. When he's not detecting, outwitting the corrupt bureaucracy or entangled in complex romantic relationships, he's feasting on squid in ink or cold pasta with anchovies. Last night we watched him savor rice croquettes while we munched on crumpets dripping with butter and honey -- just to give our Italian evening a bit of British flavor.
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