Eating your way through Rome

May 05, 2008 21:16

Fortified by a bowl of pasta lovingly created out of fresh tagliatelle, baby artichokes brought home from Rome (yay rhyme!) and stupendous amounts of butter and parmesan, I've tackled laundry and some of the newspapers that had stacked up while I was out drinking cappucinos in Rome.

Rome was good (pizza bianco at 'Gusto, the view from Villa Lante's terrace drinking spumante with latinists, Romano of the fantastic cappucini prepared out of the goodness of his heart, the glory of new shoes), but nota bene.. do not, and I repeat do not travel to Italy (or any other country for that matter) with a woman on a diet. Being on a diet is wrong (girls need thighs and girly bellies!), and being on a diet on a trip to Italy takes it to a whole new level.

During the few days we had in Rome, T missed out on..
- Several cornetti (looks like a croissant, tastes like a brioche, is yum)
- Fried potatoes with Montasio cheese and truffle shavings
- Asparagus lasagna with jerusalem artichoke sauce
- Fist-sized balls of the freshest of fresh Mozzarella di Bufala Campana
- Ricotta creme with orange honey and pine nuts
- Orange semifreddo with chocolate sauce
- Lots, lots of gelato and..
- Geez.

I ate and ate and ate and she nibbled on a salad and watched me eat. Admirable will-power, yes, but at the wrong time and the wrong place. Pazzo! I think I'll go again with a better eater!
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