Rolle di Vitello

Our apartment in Rome had no refrigerator, just an ice box. As a result I marketed daily and tried to use everything as quickly as possible. Fortunately my neighborhood was wonderful for shopping. Across the street was a huge enclosed market that sold vegetables, flowers, herbs, and fish. The lamb and poultry and pork butchers were nearby, as was the formidable beef and veal butcher. Somewhat beefy himself, he stood very tall and round on a marble platform, bellowing in Roman dialect to all