For some delicious spring dishes our cook Ornella does not go to the supermarket to get the ingredients. No, she grabs a wicker basket and goes to the green meadows around La Rogaia. There she gathers with enthusiasm "erba". I beg your pardon? That is the Italian word for grass! Shall we eat grass? "Ma certo!" Ornella replies with a laugh. And a few hours later, when we sit at the table and eat, we understand why it pays to "eat grass in Umbria".