Day 1437 I know a dictator when I see it

I do love an opinion especially one that isn’t favoured amongst the majority. An opinion I can sink my teeth into and dissect. I’m sure you’ve all witnessed me at some point speaking about a topic that has nothing to do with ciabattas or sandwich fillings. There was nothing to tear apart when a young, pretty (un)gentleman determined my Mussolini magnet to be ‘not cute’ and said I should take it down. He’s not situated in a glorifying frame, he sits amongst a variety of jovial mementos given to me by our custom. Pick your battles and don’t bring your moronacy to my door step.

Salads:

Mushroom cacciatore

Spinach + herb rice

Leek, black olive + tomato pasta

Soup: Tuscan tomato + red pepper