Italian Food. Yummmm.

A resturant up the street from us has a Blackened Chicken a La Pink that is to die for.

Grilled chicken, pretty spicy, pene with a pink voldka creme sauce.

I'm pretty sure if it's not real Italian but Mmmmmmm. :)
 
Cantina Italiana

There was a restaurant in North Boston, years ago. Exquisite. Caprese salad, saltimbocca, piccata. Incredible. I do not get to Boston often enough to have reprised the experience, but I remember it fondly. The service especially was impeccable. They train the waitstaff there. Those people knew how it's supposed to be done.

Happy to hear of your joy, sarahh. Food-joy is so simple and so pure. Cooking is the subtlest and kindliest of the arts.
 
My in-laws spent years in Tuscany. When we were on our honeymoon there, we ate many dinners with "the Italians", friends and neighbors of theirs. Homemade bigoli (think spaghetti but thicker), fresh tomato sauces, and a dago red from the farmer up the hill. Lots of food, friends and a wonderful time.

Now, my mother-in-law lives next door and we eat supper there most nights. And at Christmas the Italians send us packages of bigoli and various cheeses. :cattail:
 
When we were at the cape for Lucky and Vella's ceremony, I had linguine with clams for dinner. It was to die for: these tiny steamed clams (forget what they're called) sitting on top of the linguine, and whole roasted cloves of garlic that melted in my mouth with the most mellow flavor were mixed in with the pasta.

Delicious.
 
On the coast, just across from the Island of Corsica is an American Military Post called Camp Darby. On my way back from Corse I stopped there to get more fuel. (It was cheaper than on the economy.) I drove the short ways to the campground I had selected for the night and set up my tent.

It wasn't dark yet so I strolled along the beach to some piers sticking out. From these piers wafted some of the most incredible smells. I walked over to investigate and found people set up there with Hibachi's and other types of cooking implements and selling foods.

Naturaly it was mainly seafood and naturaly it was fresh.

It started with what turned out to be Calimari. Lightly breaded and quick cooked on a steel plate over hot coals. Served in a cone of paper with a small cup of Olive Oil and Garlic for dipping.
Ater this were small servings of fish grilled and cooked too many ways to recall as well as a fish soup like you never had.

Cat
 
If we ever have a Lit-together here, I'll treat you all to dinner at my restaurant. It's Italian, of course. Biggest portions you'll ever see, so don't eat for a day before arriving ;)

God knows how I stay in shape, since I eat there six days a week . . . . :p
 
Actually Italian food, and Mediterannean food in general, is some of the healthiest food out there. One of the few types of food that you can get just about every food group in one serving.
 
The trouble with Italian food is, five or six days later, you're hungry again!
 
sweetsubsarahh said:
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Please share - What's your favorite Italian experience?

(The food, not a certain person, hmmm?)

;)

That's easy.

Almost 2 years ago, when Min and I met up for a week's holiday at P-town, Cape Cod, for our first real-time together (during which I asked her to marry me) stayed in a holiday apartment, bought two huge portions of tirimasu, took them back to the apartment, and ate them there......naked, on the bed, whilst watching lesbian porn. Oh my, what a night that was. :D

I can't eat tirimasu now without drooling (think about it..... ;) )
 
Pizza in Rome - nothing can beat it.

A chicken and sweet pepper casserole cooked by an old family friend (at her house in the hills over Genoa)

Bruschetta with really ripe fresh tomatoes and lots of garlic

Oh God.

I miss Italy... roll on honeymoon...

x
V
 
I love Italian food. I also like to have Lambrusco wine with my Italian food. [By the way, there is a wine on the market called 'Dago Red,' Google it up!]
 
Okay, just came back from 2 weeks in Italy. Spent a weekend in Venice. Rooftop restaurant overlooking grand canal.

Belini's to enjoy while suffering overload trying to decide what to order.

gamberoni e bronzino alla griglia for dinner

insalata mista

crisp, cool white wine (can't remember the name)

sgroppino (for a dessert of sorts)

espresso

all while watching the world go by in the "Disneyland for Adults"

yup, i can be a brat
 
When I lived in Italy one of my host-mothers made me the best lasagne/pizza/spaghetti dinner I have ever had in my life for my 18th birthday. Mind you the host-brother caused quite a ruckus during dinner but we got him back later for it. We had the most grogeous red wine from their cellar and the grandpa brought his homeade grappa over. And the cake that she made just melted when it touched your lips. It was filled with cream and chocolate, white cake and these slim wafers and covered with a creamy frosting and dusted with cocount and chocolate shavings and it had haled strawberries sitting all over the top.
 
One of my favorite menus to serve to friends: starter of spinach and ricotta ravioli (homemade by me) with browned butter and pine nuts followed by Chicken Tuscany (bone-in chicken parts, browned and served in a casserole with white beans, diced tomatoes, lots of garlic, carrots, onions, and bacon. Crusty bread with olive oil for dipping, and creme caramel (also homemade by me) for dessert. Lots of good red wine and coffee. Perhaps a peasant's meal in Italy, but so tasty in the USA.
 
Two weeks in Tuscany a few years ago. Every meal was a "see God" experience. Even the simplest things like the crusty rolls in the continental breakfast made me swoon. The panini, wild boar sausage and cheeses at lunch were ambrosia. The dinner entrees were to die for. All the dishes had many different flavors going at once, all working together in ways that only 2,000 years of experience can devise.

I want to go back and do it again.
 
The good wife is a full blooded Sicilian (Yeah don't call her Italian please although really she is) so every Sunday dinner is an amazing feast.

Usually start with any one of dozen appetizer type things.

Main dish - Fresh made pasta with sauce. It might be lasagna, plain pasta with sauce and a bunch of variations too. Some are made with seafood. Think Mussels, clams, shrimp, sardines (yes sardines, yummy), sometimes with a licorice like veggie called finochi (spelling?)

Desert means special cookies, cannoli's, cakes, pastries.

I'm here to tell you, if you walk away hungry, you've got something wrong with you. Of course, it doesn't help that I've gained thirty pounds since i've been married.

Big dinners are served in courses. Start with lasagna, then another pasta with meatballs and roast cooked in sauce (awesome). Fish is probably next and then the main dish. Stuffed shells or tortellini's (grueling to make but worth it) or raviolis (another time consuming pasta).

Today was just an average Sunday dinner. Fresh baked bread with roasted garlic olive oil to spread on it for a starter. Then regular spaghetti with meat sauce, meatballs and pot roast (cooked in the sauce). Desert was zapoli. Think cream puff only ten times better.

I'm still stuffed and dinner was at three. Its ten now.

ANT
 
I'm Italian and my sweetie is now officially a ring in Italian - last night he madea good garlicky tomato based pasta sauce for biggish penne, laced with chunks of browned chorizo served with a great Parmesan, we had it with a salad of fennel and blood oranges from our garden. The spicy, tasty tomato sauce, with the meaty sausage and the zingy, fresh crunch of the salad was heaven. It was one of those meals I never wanted to end. Perfect flavours and textures, it helped that it was Sunday night and we sat down and ate together with our two little kids who loved the meal too.

I could be 100 kilos without trying you know. :)
 
matriarch said:
That's easy.

Almost 2 years ago, when Min and I met up for a week's holiday at P-town, Cape Cod, for our first real-time together (during which I asked her to marry me) stayed in a holiday apartment, bought two huge portions of tirimasu, took them back to the apartment, and ate them there......naked, on the bed, whilst watching lesbian porn. Oh my, what a night that was. :D

I can't eat tirimasu now without drooling (think about it..... ;) )

Forgot to say - I love this story M. :)
 
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