We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
One interesting thing we noticed about Italians is how they go out to dine. Yes, they do that frequently. But we noticed that it tends to be groups of men, and groups of women. Small groups and large groups. Gregarious people who love to go out with pals and have a good time.
Any time we saw couples they seemed to be tourists or young lovers. But young lovers do not eat much of course. One more "real Italian" dinner we had in Siena, before Thanksgiving week when it's different foods.
Primi: Poached egg with goat cheese fondue and caramelized leeks
Second primi (yeah, we share each course): Chickpea puree with a hunk of cod, with crispy pancetta:
And more amazing, rare roast pigeon with some roasted corn and mushrooms, with a fig sauce drizzle. That's Italian:
What sort of prices are we looking at for these dishes? That egg and cheese dish sounds good, as does the hummus with bacon, but when you tart up the description like that it sounds like you're going to be paying 20 bucks for a peanut butter and jelly sandwich described as pain a la legume puree with fruit compote.
This must be the Italian version of one of those tapas places, where you buy a bunch of little plates so that you can taste a bunch of different stuff. They can be fun when you are sampling, although the ones I have been to tend to be spendy for what you get. Oh well, my appetite has shrunk as the years have gone by, so would probably satisfy me now.