I suppose if anything deserves its own festival, it’s chocolate.
The only question that comes to mind is: why did it take me thirty-odd years on this planet to attend a party in honor of chocolate? Because, once again, Italy has its priorities straight. That’s why. Which other country would lovingly dedicate its time and energy to such humble pursuits?
These sagras, or festivals in honor of a specific gastronomic delicacy, never cease to amaze me, and bring a whole new perspective to life. Stand after stand of fantastically-crafted delights. I’ve come to the conclusion it’s entirely possible that Italy’s role in the world may just be to teach everyone else how to slow down, and rather than smell the flowers, taste the (insert food of choice here).
After all, it is what they do best.
Yes, you read that correctly, America: the Italians have taken one of our only claims to culinary fame, and perfected it. They do it every time. First, it was cheeseburgers, then brunch… now this? Bastardi!
Creamy, delicious, and a mile high, this cheesecake ai frutti di bosco at Dolce (one of my favorite dessert places in Rome: http://www.dolce-roma.com/home/home_popup.asp#home) beats anything I’ve had in the States. Once again, it’s the freshness of the ingredients that makes the difference.
And I can’t forget to give a nod to its gorgeous neighbor on the left, the millefoglie, which is perhaps my favorite of all Italian dessert staples and always keeps me coming back for more.
Lunch today: spaghetti with fresh clams, stellar olive oil, and a sprinkle of parsley. Simple and delish. Buon appetito!