I actually flew back to Italy a week ago for some meetings and got to see my little town from a whole different point of view — that of someone who isn’t stuck there indefinitely. That’s unfair, I know. Especially when I think about the good times I had over the weekend:
Bra’s notte bianca for Carnevale. Who knew this many people lived in Piedmont?
At La Torre (my favorite osteria in the area) in Cherasco, Daniele shows us that we should cut him off of the drinking portion of the evening.
La Torre’s ethereally toothsome agnolotti.
Severine shows us just how good that torta di cioccolato is. The rest of our adventures can be found here.
And last night, I held the inaugural dinner party chez moi:
(Yeah, I don’t know why it took so long for me to come around to taking pictures of people AND food. But I actually forgot that I was doing that last night. So just the ribs, a bit fuzzy, behind asian-y salads that amy and cecily contributed and my mom’s pickles to go with her ribs.)