Food

Three weeks in and I have tasted nothing but pure deliciousness!

Pizzerias, gelato and small sandwich shops are around every corner. Fresh produce is everywhere. The thought of the thin, crispy pizza coming out of the wood burning oven makes my mouth water.

There are, however, many more foods than the typical spaghetti and meatballs us Americans think of when we hear Italy. In fact I have yet to see anyone eat spaghetti and meatballs. Pork is on nearly every sandwich (yesterday there was a whole pig’s head being chopped up at the market, yum?), pastries are everywhere, and I had the kindest Italian butcher explain to me how to cook cow stomach… Needless to say I passed on that purchase.

 

What I have found most fascinating and enjoyable about Italians’ relationship with food is that meals, particularly dinner, is an experience. Not eaten till at least 8 P.M.— but usually closer to ten— you sit around, talk, drink wine, savor your food, and most of all— you enjoy the company with whom you share the meal with. I think Americans, as with many aspects of our lives, would find enjoyment in slowing down and appreciating experiences.

I’ll take the time to enjoy pizza and gelato for all of you.

Promise :)