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When one dips their bread into the sauces and juices that remain on the plate after a meal, Italians call this ‘Scarpetta’; A practice employed when a dish is so rich, so deep with flavour and emotion, the diner feels compelled to consume every drop, every morsel. Sampling this, one of life’s most essential and delicate joys, warrants such devotion, such adoration. A love supreme is ‘Scarpetta’; It is the only way I can describe my desire for you. I want to drink deep at your well, become lost in the ritual.
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Nov 13, 2023
Nov 13, 2023 at 3:44 PM UTC
Scarpetta
When one dips their bread into the sauces and juices that remain on the plate after a meal, Italians call this ‘Scarpetta’; A practice employed when a dish is so rich, so deep with flavour and emotion, the diner feels compelled to consume every drop, every morsel. Sampling this, one of life’s most essential and delicate joys, warrants such devotion, such adoration. A love supreme is ‘Scarpetta’; It is the only way I can describe my desire for you. I want to drink deep at your well, become lost in the ritual.
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Nov 13, 2023
Nov 13, 2023 at 3:44 PM UTC
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