We’re 2 ½ weeks into our Italian adventure. Enjoying the
scenery, feeling productive with our writing, and reveling in the ability to
have such an experience. And we love the food. Trying new foods is one of the
best parts of visiting a new country. The sights, the tastes, the smells - sauté
garlic in olive oil, add a little pepper, serve over pasta with truly fresh
vegetables … Wow!
The Italians are dedicated to eating fresh and local. We’ve
eaten fresh asparagus 2-3 times a week ever since we arrived. It is fabulous
and we savor every bite. The asparagus
was just coming on in our patch in Iowa when I left. To be able to satisfy that spring craving
here (knowing my husband is freezing what he can’t eat) is the best.
We ate real tomatoes (not hothouse) on our salads yesterday
and today. Real tomatoes. In May? Believe it. If we knew how to fix fava beans,
we’d be eating those, too.
But by 2 ½ weeks, we’re far enough removed from our normal
fare that we start to crave. That was our discussion as we made dinner tonight.
What foods were we craving.
Mary wanted Jarlsburg cheese. There is cheese aplenty in our
markets, but it is all sheep’s milk cheese. Tasty, but very different than
cow’s milk or goat’s milk cheese.
We have the most amazing gelato each night when we take a
walk – but I crave my AE vanilla ice cream with a dollop of peanut butter and a
squeeze of chocolate syrup.
We’re just sitting here wondering. What do you crave?
Ciao!
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