Mangiare a Bologna

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Day Four: Food pics in Bologna. Pasta Bolognese was as wonderful as you’d suspect! We also enjoyed the amazing Biscotti di Carnevale, a treat only available this time of year. Growing up, we called them fried bows, also known as cioffe. Fried thin dough strips covered in powder sugar. Amazing!!





















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