When we are living in Italy, I am often asked what “American” food is and the answer is not always easy. American food is an amalgam of all other foods, we love to eat Mexican, Italian, Chinese, Indian food, Japanese among many others. This is the food we eat. There aren’t many “true” American dishes. Of course there is the Classic American Hamburger, apple pie, all fruit and cream pies for that matter as well as many cakes and cookies.
The Autumn days of October when the air is crisp, the trees are changing colors and the weather is unpredictable. Today we had some rain in Italy and what better way to welcome Autumn and cozy up in the house than to cook up some hearty soup. Farro is quite popular in Italy and is grown in the Northern regions such Umbria and Tuscany and mine, the Lazio Region.
What could be more homey than a chicken roasting in the oven with the smell of rosemary and thyme wafting through the air? The promise of a hearty meal soon to be set at the table. In our modern era of convenience foods the smells of a slow cooked meal are almost extinct. But this smell conveys the feeling of family and love and contributes to the families feeling of well being.
Oh, the Classic American Hamburger, so good in all of its simplicity. Or delicious in its complication when an egg is added or aioli or brie and cranberries, my goodness, how we have grown from our simple roots.
Its Monday, and for us that means a “fasting” day, so we made up a batch of Beef Bone Broth to help sustain us. On my blog and Instagram people always comment on my photos of delicious food and say “How can you eat like this and not get fat!?”
Its Sunday morning and the perfect time to catch up from the hectic week and enjoy some down time. What better way than a slow and easy breakfast with friends or family? Ahhh, a lazy Sunday morning with a lingering cup of coffee and soft poached eggs under a blanket of velvety, decedent Hollandaise Sauce. It is a sign of true love and friendship when you get up early and prepare this beautiful breakfast to the delight of your loved ones.
Nothing says “Summer Picnic” better than fried chicken and coleslaw. I recently had a friend who told me she learned how to make “the best fried chicken ever!” She told me the step by step instructions. I guess the thought stayed in my mind because I have had the urge to make fried chicken ever since.
