Looking back, our very best memories in Montanare always include at least one table under the giant olive tree. Rosy, Amy, Luisa, Piero, Francesca, and many more have created some of the best food we’ve ever put to our lips at this table. Rarely is it a single table. It usually begins with two rectangular wood tops and at least two round metal tables on either end. Piero would never allow these tables to go over anything but a fresh cut lawn. As much as we try, the time spent with friends at our stateside table cannot measure (all the way) up. It’s not the company. It’s the potatoes, focaccia, pizza, chicken, rabbit, and eight layer lasagna cooked in Francesca’s wood fired outdoor oven. Italian villagers have been cooking this way for 500 years! Jill and I try to recreate the very flavors we savor under the Tuscan sun. On this night (photograph) several professional colleagues enjoy our rendition of what Rosy and friends present to us three days (at least) a week in Montanare. As I shared a short chapter to this group on native soil, it’s easy for me to feel the hand of Ame convincing me this is the best version of (fill in the blank dish) he’s ever created.