"The copper pot is filled with a custard so golden it looks like liquid sunshine. Our waiter carefully ladles the sugary, egg-yolk elixir, zabaglione, into two bowls for dunking warm pansarole doughnuts. Our conversation stops, a silent competition to nab the last one. We are literally living la dolce vita. This dessert is a tradition in Apricale, a fairytale-like village in Liguria, Italy's crescent-shaped region that hugs the Mediterranean."
"It's a far cry from crowded Cinque Terre and posh Portofino to the east. This western edge, on France's south-eastern border, feels more authentic and calmer in the winter, with more local people than tourists. Unburdened from competing with others for reservations, you are free to live in the present. Let spontaneity be your guide or, in my family's case, our appetites."
Apricale serves a zabaglione custard ladled into bowls for dunking warm pansarole doughnuts, creating a vivid, sweet dining moment of la dolce vita. Western Liguria hugs the Mediterranean and feels calmer in winter than Cinque Terre and Portofino, with more locals and fewer tourists. The Maritime and Ligurian Alps create a sheltered microclimate averaging about 13°C, enabling sublime winter light and alfresco meals. A family road trip traveled from the Riviera dei Fiori through medieval hilltop villages within roughly 30 square miles. The drive east from Nice includes hair-raising turns and tunnels, with stops like Ventimiglia’s citta alta and sun-soaked terraces serving fried calamari.
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