During my last trip to Favigana, Sicily, I bought a book of Sicilian recipes named – Ricette di Osterie e Genti di Sicilia (Recipes of Taverns and People of Sicily) – Slow Food Publishing. As the title says, this book is a collection of recipes from different taverns and well known cooks across the fascinating Island of Sicily.
Having woken up late this morning, we decided to have a light breakfast in one of my favorite places in Rome – Settembrini. Over the last year, this has become of one hottest spots in Rome for its great food, service and atmosphere. It is important to highlight that Settembrini is open for breakfast, lunch, happy hour, dinner and after dinner!!!
Before coming to Italy, I used to eat red meat quite often. In my home country Honduras, meat (this includes poultry and pork) is a very important part of our culinary culture. For us Hondurans a meal without meat is incomplete. So being brought up in Honduras, I used to be a very carnivorous young girl. My diet did not changed very much while in College – in Texas!! As a student, I remember going with my friends to Somerville a small town – about 80 miles North of Houston – to eat in a steakhouse (unfortunately I don’t remember its name!!) where the steaks were bigger that the plate!!!
I love making them anytime of the year since I can choose from a vast array of fresh, seasonal toppings.
However, during this time of the year I get this weird sensation: I don’t know if it’s summer or autumn (judging by the produce available now), just as the wonderful blog Olives and Artichokes cleverly stated on its latest post Summer or autumn?
It seems Summer in Italy is still going to stay with us at least for now. Since these days temperatures in Rome are in the 90’s (about 32°C), Romans are still going away for the weekend for their last beach getaways.This past weekend we were off to Umbria’s countryside, where my parent’s in law have a lovely country home.
“Bad news, the Camorra did not release the pasta recipe. Sorry Roger“, I said. There was no way we could get the camorristas to unveil this ancient dish. Therefore, I sent a pizzo (a form of paying the mafia) to Cosa Nostra in Sicily (Costa Nostra in Italian means “Our Thing”). Read more