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Thursday, December 11
PIERO'S EGGS
I've been dipping into Vasari's Lives of the Artists as my bedtime reading. Came across this info nugget while reading about Piero Di Cosimo:
"Piero was indeed so earnestly devoted to his vocation that he forgot himself and his convenience. He allowed himself, for instance, no other food but hard boiled eggs...Nor did he cook them six or eight at a time but by fifties. He kept them in a basket and ate them when he felt hungry. This mode of existence suited him perfectly: any other seemed to him the merest slavery." Sure sounds good to me. And they are so convenient for those lunch boxes!