A Milk Run down to the Tree Stump
I held off for as long as I could then I caved, threw on a jacket, raced out of the apartment and hustled up the street with my tongue hangin’ out.
For me, there’s no better place on earth to satisfy my cravings than il Ceppo (the Tree Stump), my go-to gastronomia-enoteca along the Corso Palladio in downtown Vicenza.
Due to summer travels, I stayed away much too long, but as soon as I stepped inside it was as if the prodigal son had returned with high fives all around.
Dove sei stato? (Where have you been?)
Ci sei mancato! (We missed you!)
Etc., etc., etc.
After catching up with proprietor-sommelier Maria Giovanna (I call her Mary Jo; she likes that), I started drooling over the freshly-made delicacies on display inside the lengthy glass-enclosed case.
When the dust settled, I walked out of the shop carrying its signature plastic tote sporting the bright red letters filled with five-star, freshly-made, ready-to-eat, creamy pasta dishes: Pasticcio ai funghi porcini (baked lasagna with porcini mushrooms), Crespelle alla Trevigiana (baked crepes filled with radicchio and ragù) and Pasticcio bianche con verdure (baked lasagne with a pork- veal ragù and veggies).
Oh, and from the enoteca downstairs I grabbed a bottle of delicious Tai rosso (f.n.a. Tocai), produced up in the nearby Colli Berici.
They say you should never go grocery shopping when you’re hungry and they’re probably right; but, who cares, especially when the “tree stump” is just a short milk run away.
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