Friday, May 28, 2010

IT'S ALL ABOUT THE FOOD



Sitting at my table in a small local trattoria I finished my plate of tortilloni and was enjoying the last of the wine when I thought of my father. Oh what delight he would have taken in this adventure of mine. How I wish he could see me here...absorbing everything that is Italy...and how much pleasure that would have given him. Sadly, it has only been in the later years of my life that I could understand his love for this land, a land that he inherited from his parents, a land that totally engulfed him, growing up as he did with parents, family, and a community of Italian immigrants. Like so many second generation hyphenated Americans, the impact of my heritage was sadly under estimated, and perhaps even under appreciated...until I got older, maybe wiser, and certainly much more interested in what I lost. I cannot truthfully say that this trip has been for my father, but I can say that not a day has gone by when I have not thought of him, and my mother. The food, the language, the smell of cooking from the apartments next door, they all take me home, to our farm, our kitchen, and our family.


DAD WITH 2 OF HIS LOVES...HIS GARDEN AND HIS WINE

Now...the rest of this post is ALL ABOUT THE FOOD

The photos that follow were all taken with my iphone while dining out.


TAGLIATELLI ALL BOLOGNESE


PROSCIUTTO W MELLON


LINGUINNI W MIXED SEAFOOD


CLAMS W OIL AND LEMON


ANTIPAST ALLE PESCE


MIXED GRILLED SEAFOOD


SMOKED SALMON IN OLIVE OIL & LEMON


CAPRESE


INVOLTINO



ANTIPASTA

5 comments:

paulo said...

Thanks Bill,
You have put words to feelings I've had as a hyphenated American. Your thoughts will be my medication for the day,
Gratci

Patience Renzulli said...

Geez.

cowango said...

Nice post about your dad and Italy. He must have been quite the dude judging from that picture, and his son!

Gus said...

I am sending my elder child to drool over your food pictures. Just in case your blog is visited by a stranger.

barb

Monica said...

YUM! Wish I were there.