I remember everything about this meal. I had just moved to Turin / Torino and was living out of the youth hostel. It was within six weeks of discovering that raw vegetables were actually good, and declaring myself a vegetarian. It was more than a year before I learned how to make healthy vegetarian choices. I remember the salad bar, where I topped a heaping pile of mâche (lamb’s lettuce, the green stuff) and grated carrots with lentils, white beans and boiled potatoes. On the side? Enough pasta with gorgonzola-walnut sauce to feed a small family. Or a large family. Needing just a few more carbs I also seem to have grabbed a roll. And since I hadn’t yet discovered the joys of the self-service wine taps at Brek, I had a Fanta Orange to wash it all down.