We are finally back “home” in Italy after two days of traveling and three days of jet lag. It’s been a whirlwind of getting our cell phones running, updating our Permesso di Sorggiono (Permission to stay in Italy filed at the local commune) and checking on my Citizenship documents. We have eaten the pizza, sipped the cappuccino’s, devoured the Cornetto (breakfast pastries) and slurped the gelatos. We reunited with friends over apperetivo and pasta.
My Dad was not exactly known in our family for his cooking skills but he diligently stood watch over our outdoor BBQ since time memorial. I can still see him standing vigilant in front of the BBQ with smoke spilling out of the lid. He stood with his standard-issue “cut-off” jeans and a tank top, usually with a fly swatter in his hands or a squirt bottle to extinguish the flames. His two big contributions to my recipe repertoire are “Lemon Chicken” and Shish Kebab. Of course this should not undermine his huge contribution in handing down his Italian heritage to me and all of the love of cooking that came with it.
So today is the day that we introduce the newest members of our family to our family tradition of making homemade ravioli. This year my niece AND nephew each got married! What a crazy year for my sister and her husband as their busy household welcomed two new members and experienced the hustle and bustle of dating and marriage. Only to be followed up with the quiet days of being (almost) empty nesters. They still have one lovely teenage daughter at home.
We are finally back “home” in Italy after two days of traveling and three days of jet lag. It’s been a whirlwind of getting our cell phones running, updating our Permesso di Sorggiono (Permission to stay in Italy filed at the local commune) and checking on my Citizenship documents. We have eaten the pizza, sipped the cappuccino’s, devoured the Cornetto (breakfast pastries) and slurped the gelatos. We reunited with friends over apperetivo and pasta.
In the Central Valley of California we love Indian food and we often go out to eat at lunch time and get served a silver tray full of Butter Chicken with Basmati Rice, Tandoori Chicken, Saag Paneer (homemade cheese with Spinach) and a pile of Naan (flat bread). I also love the spicy, tangy pickles and chutneys.
It’s Wednesday night and you’re asking yourself what your going to make for dinner tonight. This is something many of my friends dread, they hate the monotony of cooking night after night. They tell me they like to cook when they have time and are making something special but to think of something every night is daunting.
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.
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!?”
