italy, the food supply is to show the hospitality and love; by this standard we felt welcomed and loved it's not that we did not expect. We did. But the idea of an experience seldom is the same as reality. Our last day in Italy last September turned out to be true.
We knew we were in trouble when my cousin, Enrica, called us and invited us to his home for "lunch" on our last day of sightseeing in Italy, where my grandparents were born. Normally, lunch would not be a problem, but it was Italy, where the food and the experience of sharing are sacred and taken seriously.
Enrica had requested the day off to cook for us, he told us this food would be more likely to consume several hours. We as a family to return home through the "big pond", were the guests of honor. Despite this, we knew we were in torture, wonderful as it looks. Another set of primes few towns away had also invited us to "dinner" on the last day.
The problem was how Pace, however, all guests taste and shower with appropriate praise for each song. How can we avoid being agonizingly full before reaching our next multi-course meal with the next group of cousins? Do not eat good heart would be insulting and certainly do not want to make "a brutta Figure" (a bad impression).
We prepare for a marathon day of eating, got home Enrica and full of delicious smells and smiling cousins. My cousin, Carlo, ordered "MANGIA!" and we went to the table. The meal began innocently with the usual antipasti: various meats, cheeses, olives and breads. Then two huge steaming pots of different types of polenta born; of course, expected to enjoy both. Next appeared a large plate of cinghiale, boar my cousin, Serafino, had caught.
No way around tasting that although vegetarians. Plates of assorted vegetables, ricotta cheese home with local wild mountain honey, fruit ... the dishes kept rolling. Just when we thought we were home free, the dessert arrived. From old cousin Angelina had later seen the night before making the change, which of course have fun. Everything was delicious swooningly.
A champagne toast, wine more house and one last sip of brandy burning throat to finish him, and that were performed.
We said goodbye and deployed, making our way back to our hotel to take our excess filler misery privately. We had two hours to digest before the next round. My parents took a nap while my husband and I tried to wash it down (does not). Too soon, it was time to go home Adriana cousin where we immediately filled with snacks and wine.
Then we moved inside for dinner "real" dishes vegetables in oil and vinegar, salt meat, aromatic cheeses, bread, fruit, pastries ... when we said goodbye, we could hardly move. We never wanted to hear the word "MANGIA!" Once again.
We knew we were in trouble when my cousin, Enrica, called us and invited us to his home for "lunch" on our last day of sightseeing in Italy, where my grandparents were born. Normally, lunch would not be a problem, but it was Italy, where the food and the experience of sharing are sacred and taken seriously.
Enrica had requested the day off to cook for us, he told us this food would be more likely to consume several hours. We as a family to return home through the "big pond", were the guests of honor. Despite this, we knew we were in torture, wonderful as it looks. Another set of primes few towns away had also invited us to "dinner" on the last day.
The problem was how Pace, however, all guests taste and shower with appropriate praise for each song. How can we avoid being agonizingly full before reaching our next multi-course meal with the next group of cousins? Do not eat good heart would be insulting and certainly do not want to make "a brutta Figure" (a bad impression).
We prepare for a marathon day of eating, got home Enrica and full of delicious smells and smiling cousins. My cousin, Carlo, ordered "MANGIA!" and we went to the table. The meal began innocently with the usual antipasti: various meats, cheeses, olives and breads. Then two huge steaming pots of different types of polenta born; of course, expected to enjoy both. Next appeared a large plate of cinghiale, boar my cousin, Serafino, had caught.
No way around tasting that although vegetarians. Plates of assorted vegetables, ricotta cheese home with local wild mountain honey, fruit ... the dishes kept rolling. Just when we thought we were home free, the dessert arrived. From old cousin Angelina had later seen the night before making the change, which of course have fun. Everything was delicious swooningly.
A champagne toast, wine more house and one last sip of brandy burning throat to finish him, and that were performed.
We said goodbye and deployed, making our way back to our hotel to take our excess filler misery privately. We had two hours to digest before the next round. My parents took a nap while my husband and I tried to wash it down (does not). Too soon, it was time to go home Adriana cousin where we immediately filled with snacks and wine.
Then we moved inside for dinner "real" dishes vegetables in oil and vinegar, salt meat, aromatic cheeses, bread, fruit, pastries ... when we said goodbye, we could hardly move. We never wanted to hear the word "MANGIA!" Once again.
