When the opportunity came up to go to Italy, I didn’t really think about it as a place I would be eating my way through. I know, I know, eating in Italy is a well known cliche, but I didn’t think it was for me. I thought it would be about the people and history for the most part. Of course I LOVE food. I can’t really express it much more than that, except maybe to say, I LOVE FOOD (that was more screaming, but you get the point).
What I loved most about the food in Italy was how fresh it was. One of my first meals, which just happened to land on my birthday (was obviously meant to be), was also one of the simplest but best meals I had. Seafood spaghetti. Now when I order this anywhere else in the world, my experience has been that is has more pasta than seafood and the seafood often comes mostly in the form of fish. I am sorry, but I am not a fan of fish with pasta, just not my thing. My birthday pasta… it was gloriously full of shell fish and crustaceans. What more could a girl want for her birthday?
After this meal, I made it my duty to search out slow food restaurants. To the uninitiated, this means organic, local, fresh and my favourite ingredient, love. This is how I have always loved to cook, and have only just realised why it takes me so long each time!! Just jokes! Slow food is definitely not slow, or need not be.
You know you’re in Italy when the pope is waving at you from behind some pasta and olive oil!
I think the slow part of slow food, comes from the time people hang around in restaurants eating. From all appearances, it is not uncommon at dinner time to order a minimum of 3 courses. I guess you need to, to savour all of the wonderful flavours.
Most importantly, slow food should be shared with good friends, and well, maybe just a little accordion music.