It probably goes without saying that if I am going to have a site about life in Italy then I should write a blog about Italian food. Sort of like if one were to write a blog about Canada then one should write about Canadian hockey! The two go hand in hand even though as a Canadian I don’t know squat about hockey.
Although I am still learning the art of cooking, I do consider myself to be quite a ‘Foodie’. For those of you not familiar with the term ‘Foodie’, let me explain. A ‘Foodie’ is someone who loves to eat fine food. I can usually define a spice in something simply by the aroma and I like to eat things like truffles, foie gras and caviar. I think of fine food in terms of poetry for the palate. One of my favourite books is “Garlic and Sapphires” written by Ruth Reichl, a New York food critic.
I always had a simple theory growing up. If I learned to cook I would get fat! Well, I will admit that since moving here I have packed on a few pounds, but I have greatly changed my opinions about cooking. In fact, I find it very enjoyable and satisfying when other people enjoy what I have made.
No shrinking violet in the kitchen, my mother in law makes the best lasagne I’ve ever had. The problem is catching her in the act. She wakes up at 5 a.m., puts out the pots and pans and gets to work. I cannot even spell my name at that hour so observing this small miracle at work will just have to wait.
In the meantime, I continue to expand my waistline enjoying mama’s fine cooking all the while avoiding anything she makes with artichokes because the family joke is that anything made with these little suckers gives me horrendous gas!
In order to maintain some dignity in the kitchen I have taken it upon myself to cook foods from my childhood that no one here has tried before. This way if I screw up the recipe they have no benchmark as to what it’s really supposed to taste like. (And you thought I was just a silly blonde).
So far, my banana bread, key lime pie and shortbread cookies have all been huge hits. I have even baked my first French Tortiere (French Canadian meat pie) and am so proud that I have included a photo of this culinary wonder. If you want any of these recipes just email me: firstname.lastname@example.org.
So be warned that this is probably going to be the first of many blogs about food. Because, after all, I am in Italy, the capitol of home cooked meals! I, in the meantime will try to keep one eye on my expanding waistline and one eye on mama’s cooking frenzie’s.