I admit that when I first read the title of this book, I wondered what a brolo was.
Do you know?
Around here, we don’t call it brolo, we just say vegetable garden, or in slang “vineyard” even though there isn’t any vine plant.
So: at the first step of Marta,s Brolo I learned something new.
But the most beautiful surprise was this wonderful dedication.
Are you fortunate enough to have a vegetable garden?
My father has always tended vegetable gardens: at our house we only had a strip of land, but he also helped elsewhere, allowing us to eat fresh, wholesome vegetables.
This, on the other hand, is the mini garden that my father-in-law gave us for the kitchen, although in the house unfortunately the plants suffer.
Speaking of cooking, I enjoyed the recipes that Marta’s Brolo encompasses.
So did the particular “introductions” to each chapter.
I was also pleased to find several references to coffee, including this one
The smell of coffee intoxicated the room, she poured it into the cup, and stood at the window to taste it, closed her eyes as the rustle of vegetation came to her, suave sound of the countryside.
What sound comes from your window as you drink coffee?