Grapes

We are sitting under the pomegranate tree. Eating our lunch buffet. Plates have been filled and it’s true that our eyes are bigger than our stomachs.

The locals all knew about the restaurant, hidden in the alley. Among all the concrete buildings, through the gates is the Rosti restaurant, a hidden gem. A garden of trees, umbrellas and tables. Even the kids are welcome with their own playground.

I come back with grapes for my dessert. I bite into one and I’m reminded that they have seeds here. I’ve decided I will grow a grapevine in my stomach instead of spitting them out.

Im sitting among friends and we discuss how to describe the taste of Italian grapes.

Here’s what we came up with:

• A bouquet in your mouth

• Fireworks in your mouth

• A party in your mouth

• It even tastes like purple. -Under the Tuscan Sun.

I think these come pretty close.