When he lifted the dome I found a mini fritata, a piece of biscotti, sweet Italian sausage, and several slices of fresh baked bread and cheese. “This looks really good. Is the biscotti made by you as well?”
“Si, everything on that plate, except for the cheese, was made by me.”
I gave him a curious look. “Even the sausage?”
“Even the sausage. I can teach you to make your own if you’d like.”
“Huh, I might take you up on that.” With the first bite of the fritata I moaned. “Oh, God, it tastes even better.”
“I’m glad you like it,Tesoro. I will be back momentarily with my own plate.”
I watched him go before I took a sip of my coffee. It was rich, dark, and sweetened just right. They say the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. I wonder if the way to a woman’s is with a good cup of coffee.
