Silvestro’s So. Italy

It’s a brothy, rib-sticker of dish, more like a hearty stew than your average pasta soup.

‘What else am I supposed to do’, he says, his voice angry and cracking. ‘You expect me to sit in front of some cafe with a bunch of the boys and await my own death? Is that what you want?’

The making of Olive Oil in southern Italy.

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