Sunday lunch is an occasion. It can be served for one. Or two. Or twenty. Doesn’t matter how many seats are the table, an indulgent mid-day meal before the work-week starts is something to celebrate.
I’ve always admired the Italians and Brits for their commitment to a languid Sunday lunch. Platters of food, great conversation, and no dishes to do before …
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