The Long Lunch

A Sunday from first course to last, in one box.

Some gifts are objects; this one is an afternoon. The thick spaghettoni and the hand-peeled tomatoes make the pasta course. The half-litre of Coratina runs the kitchen and finishes the plates. The Yellow Label dresses whatever is green on the table. The cantucci close it, dipped in whatever the host pours.

Nothing inside needs skill beyond patience, which is the point of a long lunch.

It is the wedding and housewarming flagship of the middle range — the box for households that gather people.