mi manca l'italia

mi manca l’italia

When I was abroad in Italy, I was privy to countless wonderful meals, most of which were lovingly prepared by my host mother, Cristiana.  However, while not cooking our own meals was definitely less work, it made us a bit nostalgic for full-blown kitchen access.

During a weekend visit to Tuscany, four friends and I found ourselves with our own kitchen.  What to make?  Una cena italiana!

La tavola

Our entree of choice: pasta with fresh mozzarella and basil, preceded by local cheeses, meats, and breads.

Vino e formaggio

Accompanying dinner: local wines recommended to us by an old Italian man we talked to in a vineyard between Certaldo and San Gimignano.


This is his grandson, and his photogenic canine friend.

Anyway, back to our dinner.  Since we were among friends, we set the table, but felt no need for serving bowls.

La pasta

Simple enough, and most satisfying, homemade by us.

La pasta, ancora

I hope my host mother would be proud.  Either way, we ate well that night.