They live down by Crocefisso, and on our way down, we saw the owner of Buffetti (our local school supply store; needless to say, our family alone kept them afloat for several months last fall). He greeted us cheerfully and I introduced Michael, whom he'd never met. We exchanged a few words...it turned out that he was going to be the chef for the party that was being held at Crocefisso, and he thought we might be on our way there.
We explained our purpose, and went on our way. A few minutes later, he came up from behind, carrying a bottle of homemade wine -- an offering for our dinner! From where we were, he was able to point out his own vineyards -- how often does that happen upon receiving a bottle of wine?!
And there we were...being greeted warmly by i nonni, Elena, and Elena's mom. Unfortunately, her dad was not able to join us, as he had a gig playing trumpet.
They showed us through the house, which had been a farmhouse for who knows how long. The grandparents were local butchers for many years who also raised their own animals, so they continued the tradition of keeping the bestie (cows for slaughter) in the lower level of the house and living upstairs. The pigs, by contrast, lived in what is now their shed/where the cats hang out.
The tree in the background extended over the entire table, providing welcome shade |
And the melon was scrumptious, too! |
The view from my seat |
James ate nearly the whole pig leg. But we won't embarrass him about it.
Next came a cold risotto. It was really made flavorful with the addition of tuna -- but it also had veggies, eggs, and so on. Moving on, we had little slices of pork loin (?) poached, with a sauce of tuna and mayonnaise, and who knows what else.
Another small part of the garden |
Back to the table! Not done yet! At this point, we had a salad of some sort (I'm wracking my brain), and homegrown cherries for dessert.
The live accordion music from Crocefisso provided such a fitting accompaniment! After a while, the kids drifted over there while the adults continued to chat over coffee.
And then, a brisk walk up the hill, and bed.
Love,
Alexandra