While in Naples, we ventured into a lunch place, frequented by jolly, fervent locals, all ordering their preferred snacks in loud voices. I pointed to a doughy, fried (?) "something", filled with cooked greens, luscious and sweet. The man behind the counter wrapped it in papeer and handed it to me. What could this fantastic thing have been?
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