The aroma of oregano is just made for baking, and the Sicilians, in particular, adore it. Try it in this gratin Testaccio is home to an ancient mould of broken terracotta pots, a former slaughterhouse, a modernist post office and a hardworking street market. Also, five burgundy Fiat Pandas, four of which were apparently bought in the late 1990s from the same Fiat dealership (now no more) – including ours. Twenty years old, and with 230,000 miles on the meter, our Panda looks like a dusty tin can that has fallen off a shelf one too many times. It’s a warrior that has battled the corners and cobbles of Rome, made annual trips to the south of Sicily and that smells of war, rubber and oregano. The smell of oregano will fade, of course, but for another week or so, the aroma of the three bunches that were buffered by cases on the longest journey from Sicily to Rome will hang around the Panda like a souvenir. Continue reading... from Recipes | The Guardian https://ift.tt/2nNOzB8 via IFT
