Etnapolis Shopping trip bookended with treats
I set my alarm, to get up and moving early while I'm here, but I don't know if I'm dehydrated, victim to a couple of days low-pressure system, or need more than my usual amount of sleep or coffee, but geez; I've woken up tired three days straight! Slow and head-achy this morning, I took a hot shower, dressed and went upstairs. I heard Matteo inside Elena's door, then knocked and entered. Giovanna was there, playing with him, as Elena was working and she wanted Matteo to stay home and have a rest day. She had been looking for me, to drop off a piece of zero-sugar pumpkin tarte Rodi made this morning. I told her we were thinking of going to Etnapolis; could we use the car? She said yes; take the white one (Mariella's). It's in Daddy's garage. I brought the tarte upstairs and ate some with my coffee. A cross between a bread dough and a pie crust, and a filling akin to pumpkin butter, it was just right on the carb:sweetness ratio for me. Good job, Rodi! Rodi