Several days ago my beloved came to Motovun after a longish spell in the hospital. Digestive tract. She can eat only a handful of things. They must be thoroughly cooked. No spices are allowed. And so on, and so forth. Out of sympathy, I share one meal a day with her. Bland as it is, the prescribed food is quite a discovery. As a matter of fact, many tastes are obliterated by spices. After a few days, I can notice another benefit of a wholesome diet: I am shitting like a dove, too.