Here’s an idea….wear blindfolds and seal your nostrils because everywhere you go, just the window displays will add pounds to your expanding waistline.
But who really cares because in Florence, they have a cure…
walking, and there’s no end to that. All you have to do is look straight ahead and above all don’t duck into some of the cafes there or else, the secret taste buds you have in your eyes will be contacting your tongue and send vibrations down to your stomach that will quickly expand and cause you to do a multi marathon’s worth of walking.
Wait that brings more temptation…forget about it, just enjoy as I will soon.
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I have a favorite lunch place in Florence,Italy. For just a few Euros you can get a great sandwich or pasta dish and a beer and enjoy the action of two sisters as they do a dance of serving and cooking for the local crowd. Trippa, a Florentine specialty is on order, and being one with the abitanti I placed my order….( I drank the beer before it came)
It was well made and tasty with a slight crackle and smooth interior although I had never tasted this before… After lunch I headed out to photograph some food at the local Mercato, another high spot in Firenze when I saw the prime ingredient….
OMG! I now look at cows differently than before and no longer have the stomach for this tasty treat!
But don’t let me stop you, I don’t like tongue either… and I will be back there for more of the other wonderful things they make.
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Ok so you just got home from Florence, Italy. You put away your ” I visited Florence ” tee shirt, decided to go on a diet, and now preparing your Friday night with the neighbors to show all your shots of “that’s me in front of the .…”
You’re now wondering what shall it be…pizza? Nah everyone knows that…pasta? Nah, every corner place at home serves it…How can I show that now I am an Italian? Slick my hair back, wave my hands while talking, …wait!!
There’s a better way..SPRITZ…
For me, beside Limoncello, the best happy hour or any hour for that matter drink over there…
Here are the official ingredients needed….( and I got it from,beside much experience, the best cafe in town..)
3 parts prosecco
2 parts Aperol
1 part soda water
Slice of orange……..BUT add an olive or two like these above….
one more thing…change your name to Marcello….Prego.
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Prosciutto has to be the national meat of Italy…at least to me. Who hasn’t had a thin slice over a cold wedge of cantaloupe, not to mention with tomato and mozzarella? Hopefully not you but if so what are you waiting for!
So what is Prosciutto? It’s an air dried,cured salted ham, talking anywhere from 9-24 months to cure. Various regions in Italy produce it and each does it a little differently, according to taste. Less slat, sweeter ham. There are two types of processing, Crudo or Cotto which means dried or cooked. Crudo is the preferred and Italian Prosciutto especially the one from Parma is strictly regulated…and savored.
This man sells many pork items, but Prosciutto is his specialty and his place sits on a corner aisle at the Mercato in Florence, where he is happy to let you taste but not happy to have his picture taken. When I see him again on my trip this summer, perhaps I’ll get him to smile for the book !
If it weren’t for the jitters, you could spend 24 hours a day having a caffe and hardly never having the same one twice. The art of making a cup takes on more than just a great flavor. Each barrister has their own fluid style and rhythm done with each cup they create as they pour it into their signature cup.
In Italy, as in most of Europe, a cup is priced ( apart from the type of coffee ) by where you drink it. Top price is sitting outside at a table on a great day, another sitting inside, and the best and cheapest is standing at the bar, where the coffee making show goes on. There you can chat with the barman, lean with the locals and feel like the peeps.
How can you resist a work of art on your plate? Masterful in presentation as well as in your mouth, it expresses a pride of work and a joy in doing it even though this cost around 4 Euros!
If only this post had a scratch and taste, I could really convey the simple experience of flavor in an every day, “let’s stop for a snack” This is one of the best reasons I have for returning to Italy this summer…and believe it or not, we had this treat at the train station.