The (cause of and) solution to all my prolems

The “I’m-having-stroke-can’t-breathe” feeling that overwhelmed me on Friday is definitely weakening. Was it the lovely Sunny Saturday? The puritanical satisfaction of an early morning walk, a Pilates class (the Puritans loved the Pilates) and several hours of working at home? The therapeutic effects of hand-kneading the dough for the spinach roll? (see “Sunny Saturday”) The healthful lunch (Polenta Lasagna) and dinner (Salade Nicoise) I enjoyed?

Perhaps. But I think what really helped was the Aemilia Montepulciano d’Abruzzo. A nice young woman at Red, White and Bubbly recommended it when I told her of my love for the hard-to-find (except for the first time when I happened upon it) Cantina Zaccagnini. I’ll admit, I bought the CZ because the bottle has a twig on it.

Anyway, back to the Aemilia. I am beginning to believe the producers’ claim for the wine. Referencing Hannibal, they say “All of his horses, animals and soldiers were dying from “la scabbia della fame”, the disease of hunger, and once the horses and men drank the wine from Abruzzo, they were completely cured!”

Maybe it cures work-related ailments too.