‘Ignorante’ means ‘bad’ in Italian.
My ‘dear’ husband and I had dinner in a medieval town, San Miniato, Tuscany, a few nights ago. I ordered a dish called ‘Spagna Ignorante’ (pronounced i-noe-ran-tee). It’s made with spaghetti in a baby tomato, mint and anchovy sauce.
It was delicious but with a ‘bite’, that’s why it’s called ‘ignorante’.
Have you ever observed married couples having dinner. Long (ish) silences interspersed with conversation?
That’s how it went that evening.
Out of the blue my husband said; “I only realized yesterday that you cannot read.”
I was somewhat flabbergasted. To say the least.
“What do you mean?”
“You need reading glasses.” said he.
By now I was getting hot and bothered in more ways than one, because I have used reading glasses for MORE THAN A YEAR.
“Do you think my glasses are a fashion accessory, that have faked it? Are saying I’m a dumb blond.”
I was ‘ignorante’ by now.
“You cannot see.”
Oh, but I can see very clearly.
My arms are just a bit too short when it comes to reading a book. Beyond that my vision is 20/20.
From there on the evening went downhill..fast.
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