It is such a simple idea. If you're invited to our potluck, you can either bring a dish or a bottle of wine. Simple yet effective, this idea has always generated a great time!
Most people brought wine, so Adam and I would be carrying the bulk of the cooking work. This was fine with us since we love to cook and we're pretty damn good at it too.
Cooking in Rome has been its own little educational experience. The grocery store sticks to selling only what is in season. I love it! I know my food is going to taste better and I have to get my creative juices flowing to make it work.
The ingredients you buy in Italy are generally fresher than the ingredients you buy at home. It is no secret that Italy prides itself on food, but even the most basic grocery store shares this pride and dedication to food too. 'The best thing since sliced bread' is an incomprehensible phrase for the Italians since all of their bread comes straight from the bakeries unsliced, and that's probably the way they prefer it.
We have been fortunately provided with a beautiful, spacious apartment in a superb location. I get the feeling that this apartment will be the most expensive residence I ever reside at.
Each of the 4 potlucks were very entertaining, and each one was successively more well done. The last one was perfect. There was a diverse assortment of delicious food, desserts and plenty of vino Italiano.
As the attendees get increasingly intoxicated, more people depart for a night on the town. Finally, (just in time for quiet hours of course) everyone is out of the apartment, well fed and well prepared for evening. All thanks to the kind folks of Via dei Pastini.
