This weekend I had a Roma Reunion with two girls I met when I was abroad. We started our adventure at Eataly in Manhattan and ended with an empty container of nutella. Needless to say, we had a filling weekend.
Dinner tonight I wanted to do something healthy, but not boring. After such delicious Italian food, I was worried nothing remotely healthy would give me the afterglow, so to speak, I was looking for. However, I let my blood take over and created this new concoction for myself. I would give you precise measurements, but that’s not reallyhow Italians cooking roll. Or Friar Tuck. Read on.
