For Mother's Day weekend we drove to the country to see this: We stayed on an organic farm, in an old stone house: which is this: where they gave us this menu for lunch: Now in most places (or at least places I have been) you would order one from each section, making a full... Continue Reading →
This is a marocchino. It's dark chocolate melted into a cup, then filled with lots of espresso, a little foamed milk, and topped off with more chocolate. The first time I had it I thought, "Oh. This must be what it's like to have speed injected directly into your eyeball." I'm not addicted at all.
I was wondering today, as I drank my fourth cup of espresso and felt my heart pounding in my toes, how the Italians do it. Espresso, vino, molta pasta tutto giorno! And then I realized the progression, the procession, that is a must to live the Italian way. Shunning pasta in favor of grilled salmon,... Continue Reading →
Italians love their sweets. For breakfast it's always, always dolce. You cannot find a plain croissant in Rome. Most are stuffed with jam or custard, and if you ask for a plain one it's been glazed with sugar, because why would you eat it otherwise? And for treats throughout the day? Well, of course, more... Continue Reading →