Part of my thinking in coming to Italy for such an extended period of time was to experience the place an culture in more depth than can be achieved in one week on the tourist route. Unfortunately without the language it's very difficult to get to know a place or the people. I wish the days had 34 hours so I could make time for everything. With my lack of Italian I have embarked on other mini-adventures to explore and get to know this city and it's culture a little more. What better way to do that than through food & drink.
(as I have mentioned before this blog does not follow in chronological order)
Let me share some of my favourite cultural experiences through the world of food here - hopefully I don't make any 'food bloggers' cringe in my attempt.
The Chocolate Festival (feb 2014)
At a time when it rained incessantly and we were still adapting to our Florentine home what better way to make the kids and I fall in love with Italy then a festival of chocolate! Row upon row of stalls and tables filled with chocolate treats, sculptures, flowing fountains and every few feet someone handing you a sample of something. Throwing all dental concerns to the wind the kids and I indulged! We had so much fun, sampling, buying, and eating more chocolate then our neighbourhood kids can ingest on easter morning. You really know you have over done it when your chocolate loving kids say "mommy can we please eat just the strawberries without the chocolate sauce?" While the kids loved all the chocolate sculpted items, I can't lie my favourite was the variety of chocolates mixed with alcohol... and what tired dishevelled mom doesn't deserve a shot (or two) of chocolate liquor? The bag of little Sambuca filled chocolate balls was my absolute favourite. The perfect evening snack after the kids fell asleep. It was a sad day when I ate the last one.
Chocolate Liquor....the fact that you can eat the chocolate shooter cup afterwards makes the experience that much better!
Chocolates for the ladies....
Chocolates for the "handy man"
Chocolate mania!!
And really, what chocolate festival is complete without a procession of damsels and men in tights?
Of course if you have men in tights there should be some horn players too....
Might as well add in some "flag throwing" and call it done!
(in all seriousness, we loved this flag throwing demonstration while gorging in sweets)
The Roadside Self Serve Wine Stop
Wandering the little alleyways of Florence on my lunch breaks has led me to all sorts of culinary experiences. One of my favourites being a sandwich bar along a typical narrow street. It caught my attention because when I came upon it the little ally was blocked from people either lined up to get in or those standing around in the street eating their sandwiches and drinking wine. The store itself is nothing more than a tiny hole in the wall, stuffed with fresh bread, bottles of wine, shanks of cured meat hanging from the ceiling and 3 very handsome men behind the counter. People seem to shout out instructions, the handsome sandwich barista men whip up an incredible sandwich about 12"x12"and pass it over the counter. They are always busy, it's always crowded and I admit because of my lack of language I don't know how to ask for something specific. But they always seem to have a few pre-made sandwiches which I can point to. One of the best parts is the self-serve wine bar out on the street. this means you can pour yourself a glass of vino and enjoy while you wait to order your sandwich. Much like restaurants at home you don't pay until you have finished your meal. This means in the tiny doorway there are people lined up to order, the people trying to get out with their sandwich in hand and those trying to get back in to pay. It's chaos, but a relaxed content kind of chaos with people mingling in the street, enjoying their lunch and pigeons everywhere picking up the crumbs.
The self serve counter
House selection
Through the window
A little shop with the same "ambiance" just down the street.
Trieste and Home-made Farm Food
The last week in February we were in Venice with my mother taking in Carnival with all its colour and fanfare. After this we rented a car and headed to the countryside for some respite. We drove to Trieste along the border of Slovenia and on the shores of the Adriatic Sea. Here we stayed on an agro-tourism farm just 15 minutes out of town. The Farm has more than 30 horses and it's own vineyard. It is run by a family who has been in the region for generations, they offer riding lessons, make their own wine and cure their own prosciutto. (they also run tours to nearby caves on their property)
This was one of our favourite spots, quiet and remote and the home-made food was incredible. Fresh hot strudel with coffee waiting for us on the big long wooden table in front of the roaring fire place each morning. I loved it. Every morning we were always greeted with smiles and by 8:30 local gentlemen would begin to arrive for their morning baked sausage roles and glass (or jug) or wine. The wine made on the farm is called Teran and is a typical strong red wine from the region along the Slovenian border. They say it will turn you mouth black if you drink a lot, something to do with the heavy mineral content in the soil or something. I didn't get the entire explanation clearly, nor did I drink enough to find out. But i did enjoy the wine, and loved the fact that is comes out of a spout in the wall.
On the weekends the place was packed wall to wall with locals who come for the fantastic food, meats and wine. The morning we were preparing to leave two road construction guys pulled up in their work vehicle. Purchased some sausage roles and filled their 2 litter plastic water bottle with wine from the faucet and headed back to work on fixing the road... I laughed, and was sure to take the road in the opposite direction as the road crew.
The Farm House
View from the horse paddy
Filling plastic water bottles with wine for "weary travellers"
We did go on a guided tour of the caves, they were not open that day, but our host was so kind, called up the guide and he happily came over, had a few glasses of wine and then took us to a world underground.
Sadee prepares for her first spelunking experience.
Kids and I inside a massive cave deep under ground.
Cave ceiling as we head down down down.....
There are so many more stories I could write about the food and wine and adventures they lead to, but I am out of time. I would encourage anyone travelling abroad to do your best to learn the language of where you are, it makes the experience so much more fulfilling, but if you can't or don't have time then I say indulge yourself in the local customs of food and drink it certainly helps one to 'take in' a place.
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