Currently reading Elizabeth Gilbert’s Eat, Pray, Love.
It is such a powerful book.
“I tell her that I don’t need to see the menu but could she just bring me the best food possible because this is my first night in Sicily. She rubs her hands together in pleasure and yells something in Sicilian dialect to her even-more-elderly mother in the kitchen, and within the space of twenty minutes I am busily eating the hands-down most amazing meal I’ve eaten yet in all of Italy. It’s pasta, but a shape of pasta I’ve never before seen – big, fresh, sheets of pasta folded ravioli-like into the shape (if not exactly the size) of the pope’s hat, stuffed with a hot, aromatic puree of crustaceans and octopus and squid, served tossed like a hot salad with fresh cockles and strips of julienned vegetables, all swimming in an olivey, oceany broth. Followed by the rabbit, stewed in thyme…”
August 23, 12:40pm
Fresh watermelon juice and a whole bag of Mauna Loa dark chocolate macadamia (read: PMS)
August 24, 10:43am
Pomelo, kiwi, dragon fruit, pear, apple
Fresh watermelon juice
August 25, 12:54pm
Milkfish belly, assorted mushrooms and celery, crabmeat egg fried rice
Apple, pomelo, dragon fruit, yellow and green kiwi, pear
August 25, 7:09pm
August 26, 10:59am
August 27, 12:40pm
August 28, 12:14pm
August 29, 9:39am
“But Syracuse, the next day, is even better… Shyly, I ask the fisherman where I should eat tonight, and I leave our conversation clutching yet another little piece of paper, directing me to a little restaurant with no name, where – as soon as I sit down that night – the waiter brings me airy clouds of ricotta sprinkled with pistachio, bread chunks floating in aromatic oils, tiny plates of sliced meats and olives, a salad of chilled oranges tossed in a dressing of raw onion and parsley. This is before I even hear about the calamari house specialty…”
I am so booking my ticket to Italy!