Over the years I have heard my husband say things like “oh, this region has the best cheese or that region has the best basil”. But truthfully, I often wondered what the heck he was talking about. I mean, surely other parts of the country can grow basil too right? But in Italy the landscape varies from province to province so much so that in fact I can see what he means now. For example, I have learned that the smaller the leaves are on a bunch of basil the better the taste. So much for that bigger is better theory!
I have slowly learned to appreciate these slight variations of the same foods across the country. I think that the old-country has seeped into my psyche too as I find myself most comfortable in a peasant skirt and flip-flops…(I haven’t graduated to the sock and sandal phase yet but it’s coming). After all these years, my inner farm girl mentality has only slightly been hidden away by a pair of stylish Gucci sunglasses and a Feragamo purse , who knew! It must be my Russian heritage and lineage of farmers from generations past.
But although I am in Italy the land of great food, last night I got a treat of a different sort. I have recently made friends with a Malaysian girl and she invited me over for dinner. At first glance I thought wow that curry sauce smells really good, then I saw two fish heads and said are you going to cook those? Yep! She did. And do you know what? It was delicious!