Oooh... a few squares of mushroom stuffed ravioli. A little sauce of melted butter, fresh garden tomatoes, chopped leftover bacon, and a spoonful of pesto. You will serve it with a glass of 2011 Principe Corsini "Le Corti" Chianti Classico, a wine it seems to me at the peak of its life. It's just beginning to "brick," or turn reddish brown with maturity. I'm not much interested in vastly overworked fruit basket metaphors, but it was delicious. All of a piece, "all through." Just wine.
"It was when he saw how self-importance blocked his way to the crucified Christ that he began to thirst for 'littleness' in all its aspects" (Sister Wendy Beckett, The Art of the Saints, on St. Francis of Assisi).
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