Casa Robino

Some israeli and italian reciepes made love, giving birth to yet another thursday night dinner. Even Salame wanted to be a part of this ritual, so she gently took the bread off someone's plate.
Dumpsterdiving was quite lame today from my part. I tried the most eastern market in Amsterdam (towards javaplein) very unsuccessfully.
Wednesday dinner was not bad at all either: Giorgio came over with some premium shopping (couldn't expect less from him) and cooked some pasta capresse.
Oh, and Kasper made dow for a bread, out of the stinky pasta madre. Surprisingly it worked, it grew a lot, despite his innovative and unpromissing techniches, But he never did finish the job. The dow is waiting for him. It will be interesting to finally find out if this pasta madre is healthy. It certainly doesn't smell so.