When I was in Italy, I happen to read a murder mystery set in the 16th century -- the same time period I was using to set The Innamorati. I read the first 100 pages which took place over a two day period in the story and not once had the characters eaten anything. I mentioned this to my Italian friend and she answered with shocked horror, "Not even pasta??" It was unthinkable. A reviewer once complained that my novel would have been better if I hadn't bothered writing so much about the food -- or sex -- which I think missed the point of the novel.
Sophia Loren (from Life Magazine) "Everything you see, I owe to spaghetti."