“What sort of pasta are you making?" " Pasta con funghi ." He watched as she took a bowl of strange, round, reddish brown mushrooms out of the larder. The air immediately filled with their rich, earthy scent. Ripe as… — Anthony Capella Copy Share Image
“What sort of pasta are you making?" " Pasta con funghi ." He watched as she took a bowl of strange, round, reddish brown… — Anthony Capella Copy Share Image
Years, lovers, and glasses of wine. These are things that should never be counted. — Anthony Capella Copy Share Image
“Anni, amori e bicchieri di vino, nun se contano mai.”’ ‘“Years, lovers and glasses of wine; these things must not be counted.” — Anthony Capella Copy Share Image
“For a well-made cup of coffee is the proper beginning to an idle day. Its aroma is beguiling, its taste is sweet; yet it… — Anthony Capella Copy Share Image
“We eat spaghetti all' amatriciana , with a sauce of guanciale , which is the pig's" ---he ran his finger down her cheek, briefly,… — Anthony Capella Copy Share Image
“..they say you can’t really be in love with someone unless they love you too, don’t they?” — Anthony Capella Copy Share Image
A person can't choose where he's born. But he can choose where he spends his life. — Anthony Capella Copy Share Image
