The Police Came Knocking

With the residence card we will be able to get reduced prices for electricity and our parking pass. Yipee!
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So I've decided to follow my husband to his native Italy. Follow our adventures as we eat, drink, travel, adapt to and explore this remarkable country. Part food blog, part photo blog but mostly my rants and raves. After our two years in Italy, we relocated across the Atlantic "pond" and are back in the States.
There is nothing that signals spring in Italy more than fresh peas. Only about 5% of the fresh peas in the U.S. make it to markets. Most of them are frozen or canned. I must say that I like both as well. The first time I had fresh peas with pasta, I was awestruck and now try as often as I can in springtime to make this wonderful dish.
While I lived in Seattle I had ready access to many, many types of herbs. At the local grocery store you could find many of the basics such as flat leafed and curly leafed parsley, mint, sage, English thyme, tarragon, rosemary, basil and more all at about $1.99+ a package. If I wanted more ethic herbs, Chinatown was the place to go for Thai basil, Vietnamese coriander/cilantro, lemongrass, lime leaves, galangal and fresh wasabi. As soon as I moved out of my college apartment and into a house I began to plant herbs at a somewhat alarming rate. Within a year I had a thriving herb garden with no less than 20 types of culinary herbs. Fresh is best.
I have been on the lookout for a good vet since I planned to have my cat fly over from Seattle. I asked around at my local pet store and got a great recommendation from the owners. We took the dog there first. In January he was due for all this shots and a full exam. If anyone knows me personally they will know my nickname is “dog Nazi” among others. Since the pups were little, I had 2 dogs but one died, I have worked hard in training them but also in loving them and giving them everything I would give a child. A bed, a handmade blanket, toys, homemade food, clothes, bubble baths, brushing their teeth, the works… as you can imagine I adore my pets and looking for a great vet was a top priority. Today with my aging cat in tow, I am positive Dr. Fortunati is the best vet I have ever encountered.
I used to make this dish when I was a nanny and it is easy, simple and delicious. Over the years this recipe varies here and there depending on who I am serving it too. For the super spicy yummy version see below.
The Easter Holiday in Rome is year was extremely nice, with wonderful weather, friends visiting and great food all around. We arrived on Thursday night quite late but were up with the sun on Friday. One of the main holiday events in Rome is the Via Crucis-The Way of the Cross where the Pope walks a path meant to simulate Jesus' walk to his crucifixion. Its a crowded event, we did not attend this year but saw the road block and street barricades being set up in front of the Coliseum.
I am not a giant fan of deep fried foods. We don't own a fryer but my wok is an excellent substitute. Last night we decided to co-operate and make fried calamari. In Italy, fritto misto, is a plate of mixed and fried items. The selection can vary from seafood, to vegetables, or a mix of both. It is also common for Italians to fry offal, aka the fifth quarter, aka organ meats such as liver, brains and sweet breads.
Roasting chilis and peppers are one of life's great joys I think. The flavor of these beauties is enhanced and concentrated, all they need is a little salt, and good olive oil but if you want to get creative you can try my "no so secret sauces."
As a child growing up on Guam we got most of our meat from Australia and imported from the United States. Every once in a while we would go to a Sizzler, a Chuck's Steak House or some other meat restaurant for a great steak. We loved steaks so much my younger sister earned the nickname T-Rex, as she could eat an entire T-bone steak on her own, and she was only 6 or so at the time. We learned to love our steaks rare and bloody. In the U.S. you can have your meat cooked anyway you like, in Italy they will cook it medium-rare to rare unless you tell them to not to.
The short version of what happened to my cat in my letter to Delta:
Have you ever loved a dish so much, you felt is if it was a part of your family's history and therefore a part of you? This is how I feel about pho. I made it for lunch today as Demetrio went on a daytrip to go cart racing in San Remo. As much as I love my DH (dear husband) I knew he could never fully appreciate the time and authenticity of my mom's pho recipe; plus he's not a big broth/soup eater. Instead I invited 2 people over for lunch who I knew would gush over some really good Vietnamese food, my new friend Sharon, who is Chinese and from Singapore and her French husband. Both love all Asian cuisines and enjoyed the dish almost as much as I did.
Agretti an Italian green, are sometimes confused with sea asparagus or sea beans.