Fiore Di Zucca + Pizza

  Warning: Bougie/annoying story coming up. The first time I had zucchini blossoms, I, and my fellow backpackers, had been wandering around the city of Rome for ten hours, sun-sick and starving. We wandered into a little courtyard, cobblestones illuminated with twinkle lights and jovial, smiling waiters milling around. We order Peronis and these strange flowers and my life was changed. They were stuffed with ricotta … Continue reading Fiore Di Zucca + Pizza