With the rientro in full swing and the summer holidays already distant memories, it’s go go go errands to run people to meet keep on going don’t stop.
All this activity all of a sudden can be quite a shock. So consolation is warranted, and wise are the ones who find it where they can. Which in Rome is no further than your bona fide old-school local breakfast bar. Nary a better way to enhance neurotransmitter levels, bolster the immune system and improve your general psycho-physical well-being than with the all-time Roman favorite maritozzo con panna. (A light, soft raisin bun, often without raisins, whose whipped-cream filling defies known laws of physics.)
One bar (next photos) has created a “mignon” version of the maritozzo, which actually seems to be selling better than the more noble, full-sized traditional version!! A most certain sign of the degeneration of our times. “O tempora, o mores!” indeed, Cicero. And utterly ridiculous too… any 3rd grader can tell you that half of infinite calories is still infinite calories.
Ask any Roman about it and they will get glassy-eyed. The barista who served the following maritozzo embarked on a disquisition whose title, had it been published academically (which very well could have been, given the strength of its internal logic), might have read “Maritozzo; Not a thing, but a state of mind.”