There is this lovely old lady named Rosella, whom owns the local village (Poreta) store. She sells all the simple necessities from olive oil, local bread, fruit, milk, cheese, washing powder, toothpaste. Even serves up delicious espresso. Fortunately for us, our brother-in-law speaks fluent, beautiful Italian, as Rosella speaks next to no English. Rosella absolutely loves Simon and engages him in some wonderful conversations and S always comes back from her little store with goodies.
What we adore about her is her passion and support of her local farmers and their produce. We had to giggle, S popped down to get some eggs for breakfast one morning. The Poreta chickens apparently hadn't laid enough eggs this particular day. Rosella did however have other eggs from another village in the fridge, when S asked if he could buy them Rosella insisted he wait for some Poreta eggs, they are much, much better!! So above are our Poreta eggs carried back in brown paper and absolutely delicious I might add. It's Sunday, are you having eggs for breakfast?
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