Thursday, March 25, 2010

A Home Cooked Roman Meal

Tonight, as a celebration of the end of our Italian lessons, we were invited by Carlotta to her house for a home-cooked Italian meal.

When I say for a home-cooked meal, I mean genuine, home-made everything. The food was fantastic, and gave us a great idea of what a traditional home-cooked meal is like here in Rome, considering our experience is only with eating out. The dinner included not only us four Villanova Students, but also Gloria who has been mentioned in the blog before as one of the Villanova interns from a few years ago, and also Carlotta's sister-in-law Alessandra who is our age and speaks english very well.

Carlotta made home-made bread, a variety of kinds, my favorite being the bread with olives in it which was fantastic. The Pane was our Anti-Pasti and our Primi was home-made pasta in a great tomato sauce with capers and olives. The pasta was some of the best I've had while I've been here. She also let us try some Ro Olio, which is olive oil that her family grows and sells at their house by the shore (I'll use the Jersey terminology here). Our Secondi was fresh cut prosciutto and turkey, two different kinds of fresh mozzarella, and a Zucchini quiche without any sort of crust to it. Everything was so fresh. Dessert, ciambella's (donuts) that Gloria brought from a bakery which reminded me, as always, of Miss Ob Co's down the Jersey shore, and a home-made apricot pie that Carlotta made. She also offered us chocolates and caffe to end our meal (she used the Espresso machine that she always talks about with us, which is endorsed in Italy by George Clooney, a George-Foreman'esque product if you will, but just like a Foreman it works really well) .

We sat at the table eating and talking for a good 4 hours, not even noticing it was midnight when we called for a cab. The conversation switched back and forth between English and Italian, which I thought was really cool. Sometimes mid-story those more fluent in both languages (Gloria, Alessandra, and of course Carlotta) would switch from one language to another. It was fun to have this mixed conversation, and really showed how far I've come learning Italian when I realized I understood more than I ever expected to when coming to Rome 3 months ago.

And of course, one of the highlights of the night was finally meeting Carlotta's bambino (little boy) Giorgio. He was loving all the attention, showing us how he walks and throws a ball, and even posed for a couple pictures that Gloria took of him.

I've said it a thousand times, but I can't thanks Carlotta enough for all she's done for us. We've become like family with her over the past three months, and I know whenever I come back to Rome (notice it's not if, but when) she will be the first person I call to catch up with.

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