No broccoli

I'm shopping twice a day, like any good Italian. And the limitations of this model are becoming clear:

I know the Italians are foodies. But it's a specific kind of foodie--their kind of food. A tiny bottle of Worcestershire sauce cost $6. And my attempts to find dried dill the other day were futile. Twenty kinds of fennel, but no dill. And I miss ubiquitous broccoli--reliably lying under lights and sprinklers January to July. It's the only vegetable the munchkin will eat. So right now, he's subsisting on yogurt, protein and starch with the occasional Tuscan pear thrown in. He looks no worse for the wear.

Two days ago, I decided (like a crazy person) to lug 12 liters of water home--con gas e naturale. My arms are black and blue and my shoulders still twitch. The munch is no help. Pears and eggs would end up smashed if I forced the issue. So, I shop all the time....

That said, it's all fresh and delicious. And shopping and cooking daily feels much more authentic. Made salmon with a mustard and celery leaf (no dill) sauce last night. Never thought I'd do that. But it worked.