Chapter 27
By the end of the following week, life had become busy in Bari. Leo and I had caught up whenever we could, usually late at night, savouring every moment together. Anna and Brad were still exploring, and we had progressed to one of the final two spots in the last round of the orecchiette competition, the other spot taken by the Russos, of course. It turned out part of the final orecchiette judging meant the orecchiette had to be cooked off premises, right in the market square and under a time limit, which meant Matteo’s plans for his slow-cooked ragu were dashed. And he wasn’t happy about it.
‘Has he decided what to do with the orecchiette?’ I asked Francesca one evening as we finished cleaning after service.
‘I think he’s just going to do something with sausage.’
‘Sausage? S
