I’m traveling up North, and Jens is traveling down South. What better place to stop over than in the Italian alps? We had some amazing ravioli last night. The dough wasn’t regular pasta dough, but made of potatoes. Incredibly fragrant, never before have I seen this done with such finesse. So I talked Jens into taking photos. First of the beautiful dish, ravioli filled with herbs served on a foamy sauce made from mushrooms. Then of the empty plate, just a little flower left that I’m sure was edible. It’s still fairly cold and rainy up here, but summer is around the corner. Lots of tiny mountain flowers everywhere, and many of them make their way into local cuisine. So we had a look around and found a spot with our ‘ravioli flowers’. These are from the garden of the monastery where Jens is working, and where I’m currently dropping in for some restoration of spirits.