To see the photos from Paris and all (well lots anyway) of the ones from Italy, just click on the recipe link below – or if you’re already here, just keep scrolling down! 🙂
From Paris we flew to Naples, then drove onwards to Positano via Pompeii. The day was hot, the ruins fascinating, and our driver Luigi was totally delightful – an instant friend. A total ‘pinch-me’ moment was had when we stopped to slug back an icy limoncello from a road-side stand as we started our descent into Positano. Our time spent there was totally magical, swimming in the sea, walking up and down thousands of stairs, eating at da Vincenza, La Tagliata and da Aldofo – our favourite dishes included rigatoni with simple zucchini sauce, spaghetti vongole, spaghetti with anchovies and wild fennel, braised peas and chickpeas, grilled prawns and anchovies, fresh mozzarella with prosciutto crudo and Mamma’s pasta stuffed with ricotta and mozzarella – and no meal was complete without a frosty limoncello to finish. How we managed to face the world in our swimming togs each day is a mystery…I suspect the countless steps, walking from Amalfi to Ravello and back from Montepertuso all helped! In Positano you really notice the relaxed vibe of the locals – so friendly, helpful and patient with all the tourists – and the mahogany tanned men, using full-body body language when talking to each other, such a hoot!
From Positano we travelled back to Naples and caught the high speed train to Rome, which was like having a big noisy, crazy, bucket of water thrown on your head after the chilled out atmosphere of the sea-side. Rome was bustling to put it mildly, packed with tourists, noisy with the toot of car horns and the constant buzzing of vespas – as one Facebook friend advised me before we left, beware of the traffic when crossing roads, street lights are merely a suggestion – totally true! In Rome we spent several happy hours exploring the Vatican museums admiring the incredible artworks, visited the Castel Saint Angelo, the Piazza Navona and the Pantheon, and of course the Trevi fountain of La Dolce Vita fame, the Spanish Steps, the Colosseum and the fabulous Jewish quarter. When in Rome, you must eat like a Roman – and we did – enjoying fantastic spaghetti carbonara at the very old-school Almore, as well as fried artichokes, truffle fettuccini liberally sprinkled with fresh truffle shavings, and Nick, aka Mr Moustache raved about a dish of fried octopus on cannellini bean puree at local restaurant Dilla. Copious quantities of red wine and double espressos kept us going too…
From Rome we braved the traffic by car (with essential GPS) and headed north to Umbria. OK, so everything you can imagine about Umbria and Tuscany is true – rolling hills, olive trees and hay bales dotting the landscape, picturesque villas with terracotta tiled roofs, and fairytale medieval towns (and even the occasional festival) at every turn. From our bases, first near Perugia then near Siena we visited Gubbio, Assisi, Foligno, Lago Transimeuno, Sansepolcro, Anghiari, Montone, Montepelucciano, Siena, Cortona and Lucca – yep, flat out in our little citroen on the ‘wrong’ side of the tiny little roads we hurtled around with the occasional white knuckle and slam on the imaginary brake from me. In both Umbria and Tuscany we enjoyed many plates of truffle and porcini pasta, zucchini flower pasta, slow cooked pork loin, pigeon risotto, a ridiculously huge t-bone steak, burrata and duck ravioli, caprese salads, spaghetti scoglia and eggplant parmigiana. I enjoyed a particularly loaded ‘Vespa’ cocktail in Tuscany which would have knocked James Bond on his ear and we swapped our Positano after-dinner limoncellos for cantuccini (biscotti) dunked in Vin Santo.
On we waddled….from Tuscany to Florence via train. Florence was a totally gorgeous surprise – I (stupidly probably) had no idea it is so beautiful – but it absolutely is. We visited the Santa Maria del Fiore Duomo on our first afternoon, then the Accademia di Belle Arti where we saw the world famous and amazing statue, Michaelangelo’s David. That night we enjoyed smoked swordfish carbonara and porcini pasta followed by a mascarpone and cream cheese cheesecake before hitting the Uffizzi Gallery the next day. Having studied Art History a million years ago at school, I was in heaven and Nick bore up well during the hours we spent wandering the various rooms. Our whistle stop visit to Florence was completed with dried salted fish egg spaghetti and tagliatelle with pancetta, peas and cream and a performance of La Traviata at a local church – magic.
From Florence we lugged our now perilously over-loaded suitcases to the train station for another high-speed trip, this time to Bologna. Bologna’s nicknames are ‘la dotta’ or the erudite, thanks to it’s being home to one of the oldest universities in Europe, ‘la rossa’ either due to the red roofs or it’s communist leanings depending on who you talk to, and ‘la grassa’ – the fat – and that is most definitely due to the incredible food to be found there. Of course Bologna is the home of bolognese, as well as mortadella (the original bologna sausage), and tortellini traditionally served in broth. Our first night there I had to try the tagliatelle with bolognese while Nick had pork…and I have to say I felt quietly happy with my own bolognese recipe I have been making for an eternity, as I thought it held up well to the original! We enjoyed one very cruisey day wandering through the irresistible medieval food markets, and I must confess watching the All Blacks beat England at rugby on Sky TV. As we headed into the tail end of the trip – even though I was so excited to finish with four days in Venice and a final night in Paris, my thoughts were with Henry and Rich – I had never been away from them for so long since they were born, and although this trip was obviously an incredible treat, I did miss them (thank God for Facebook!).
We fare-welled Bologna to head to our next and final Italian stop – Venice. OK, so no-one can quite prepare you for your first views of Venice – yes we all know what it looks like in theory, we’ve all seen the pictures, but there is something indescribably fabulous about jumping into a super cool water-taxi and speeding across the waves to a 600 year-old city rising out of the sea. Gorgeously manicured speedboats jostle with water ‘buses’ and gondolas, gondoliers joke and yell at each other, tourists abound and somehow the old buildings, on their petrified wooden foundations, keep on keeping on, looking the same as they have for centuries. Our first night we ventured into the bustling, narrow alley ways and found a fabulous spot for rabbit terrine, simple spaghetti with chilli and garlic, tortellini stuffed with zucchini with a ricotta sauce and a triple chocolate dessert. Day two we meandered around the morning produce and fish market, where the stalwart vendors put up with as many photographers as shoppers, before taking a long cruisy water bus trip to get a sense of the city. That night we had an awesome meal at Il Ridotto – langoustines on cauliflower, pea and carrot purees, octopus on chickpea puree with broad beans, roasted scallops with purple potatoes and smoked black tea, and white asparagus pasta with clams – and to finish chocolate cake with thyme ice, wild black rice ice cream and a rice crisp cake. Of course we couldn’t go all the way to Venice without taking a romantic ride in a gondola, which we did the next evening, the ultimate Venetian boat ride. During the day the temperature soared to 36˚C (96.8˚F) but was according to the weather forecast, feeling like 43˚C (109.4˚F) and we took to running from shady spot, to shady spot as if trying to avoid torrential rain, the heat of the sun was just so fierce.
Our last day in Italy was totally perfect – after heading to the Basilica di San Marco in the morning, we caught a water taxi to visit a glass making factory (a lot more interesting than you might imagine – but like being in a furnace) in Murano – an island in the Venetian lagoon. After the tour we caught a water bus to another island – the ridiculously picturesque Burano where we ate at Al Gatto Nero – a mixed seafood plate (natch) followed by grilled langoustines and traditional calamari fritti.
next day our final morning began with the classic stand-up breakfast of
a double espresso and a pastry at our ‘usual’ cafe before catching a
water taxi to Venice airport and our flight to Paris. And there we ended our trip – one last night in that beautiful city, where we swapped to traditional French cuisine – pressed veal terrine with pickled vegetables and Dijon, duck liver pate, Chateaubriand with Bearnaise and braised pork in jus – and girded our loins for the big trip home. I fare-welled Nick at the hotel the next day as he was going on to do business in London, and made the epic trip back home. Feeling sleep deprived and looking slightly worse for wear after 36 hours travel, I was met at the airport by my gorgeous Henry, and that night enjoyed a simple home cooked dinner (pumpkin soup left for me by my lovely mum) with him and Rich. Heaven.
So my grand adventure is over and I am sitting here at my computer, re-living every moment as I type. My mission now is to edit and post all the pics in their right spot, (done – as much as I can!) and begin the job of writing up the recipes I have been jotting down – there are so many I can’t wait to share with you!!! I have one all made and ready to photograph already – so will be aiming to start the recipe-fest which will follow, with the classic Tuscan Torta Alla Nonna ( a delicious lemony custard-filled pie topped with pine nuts and icing/powdered sugar) – see recipe below! Next up, Bucatini all’Amatriciana thanks to our good mate Marco at Crossing Condotti in Rome 🙂
The way you capture the world – amazing. This post really brought me back to Italy, I can almost smell it! Can't wait for recipes! Cheers
Thank you so much Marta, I am thrilled you enjoyed it!!! Hopefully the next recipe will be up by Saturday 🙂
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Ich kann mich immer nur bei ihnen für ihre mühe bedanken, vielen vielen Dank!
Hi Jesse – wow thank you so much, as always for your very kind words. It was my pleasure putting the post together, and I am just so glad you enjoyed it! 🙂
Hello! I just found your blog in a roundabout-sort of way via Pinterest and just wanted to say that your photography (and recipes) are BEAUTIFUL! Loved this post in particular as I really adore Italy, so thank you for the vicarious visit. Have a lovely weekend! 🙂
Hi Natasha – thank you so much, I'm so glad you found the blog – welcome to From the Kitchen! 🙂