There’s a thing about cabbage. I love eating it (especially when V does it) but the smell of cooked cabbage, when it’s not yours, seems to pervade every corner of every room in the whole apartment block.
Boiled Cabbage (with mince) and flats
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That'll Be Just A In Milan, I Guess
Life in Milan, Italy. Me, 2 dogs (Dino and Piero) and F, my partner. Perhaps I should change this to FandAinMilan.com?
