Oh if only Emperor Augustus were here to see how we celebrate now. Ferragosto is one of those major italian holidays started by the ancient romans in need of some down time. It comes from the latin Feriae Augusti (festivals of Augustus), and I’m sure it included copious amounts of food, wine, and lazing around in togas with bowls of grapes at their fingertips.
Unfortunately for us in the north, Ferragosto started off on the wrong foot. I woke up with the feeling that sh** was about to hit the fan – something not quite right about the morning light – then boom! I hear thunder and suddenly it’s crazy wind, rain, and then hail! Plans for an outdoor lunch went flat, kinda like my poor geraniums that were getting demolished by tiny hail. MotH left to pick up his dad in Milan because come rain or shine, my FIL refuses to miss out on a free meal, especially when it includes dessert. In the meantime, I went outside for some air and also watched old episodes of Masterchef Australia. As you will notice, the sun did come out eventually.