Mommy takes a bite of Belgium!
Back in Leuven, Rossi's nondescript interiors pack a mighty fine punch,
and if you don't believe me, you have to believe my pasta. The thinnest tagliatale ever known to man and black truffles, y'all!
and if you still don't believe me, you have to believe Roberto Benigni; he of La Bella Vita fame. He whose famous face is tacked up on the wall behind that of my famous father. 
Hell, if Rossi's is good enough for Benigni, it's good enough for me.
But okay, there's always a rotten apple in every basket. Here, my mother's dinner demonstrates that fact quite well. All that glistens is not gold; and in this case, it's oil. 
Besides that little glitch and the mad scramble all day, I sit here feeling on top of the world :)
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