One summer, I was lucky enough to stay for a while at a friend’s house on the coast of Tuscany. (It was as dreamy as it sounds.) A late start one day led to a late lunch, which meant lazy, hungry friends and a nearly empty fridge. This fresh and simple farro salad was our solution, cooked barefoot in the large stone kitchen. Needless to say, this recipe holds a special place in my heart and I hope to impart some of those vibes to you, no matter where you are. It pairs perfectly with a crisp bottle of white.