Well, we all know ” under the Tuscan Sun,” but who knows “Under the Piemontese Food!” Read on. .
Our day started out at
with our beautiful breakfast. . .coffee, tea, yogurt, meats, cheeses, special baked goods, juice, cereal. Luckily, I ate lightly.
We decided to go to the market at Alba. . .
the new car Don promised to buy me. . .
the reminder that Alba is the home of Nutella, but no factory tours. . .
So then we set out to find a trattoria recommended by Paolo and Chiara, set in a vineyard. . .
It was a truly beautiful spot, and I have to say, not a place that tourists would routinely find. It was also a restaurant that served the typical Piemontese “prezzi fissio” fixed price, fixed dish menu. So, here we go again. .
antipasti UNO. . .Acchugie con nocchiola. . .anchovies with hazlenut topping, baked. . .
Antipasti DUE. . .frito pane con salumi. . . Fried bread dough topped with cured meat. . .
antipasti TRE. . . Insalate misto con pollo e formaggio. . . Mixed salad with chicken and cheese. . .
Antipasti QUATTRO. . . Vitelo crudo. . .once again, the raw, minced veal. . .
antipasti CINQUE. . .Asparigi con fondue. . .asparagus with cheese sauce. . .
at that point, I had to take a break and look out of the windows. . .
Then it was back to the business of eating, The pasta course. . Tajarin, a regional Piemontese pasta, usually served with ragu. . .
Next, the secondi. . . Coniglio e patate.. . Rabbit and potatoes. . .
By this time we were truly over-the-top with food, but, Allora, there was still the dolce. . .
Not one, not two, but three. . . But we shared. . Dividiamo per due!!
Caffe decafeinato, per favore. . .
the entire meal accompanied by a bottle of Barbera. .
and we toddled home, Exhausted from gastronomic overload. Fare un pisolino. . .we took a nap. . . But the day’s eating was not yet over!! In the evening we went with Paolo and Chiara to a local brewpub. . .
Which makes this beer. . .
Of course, we had to have a sample of all of them. . .
And some food to with it. . .stinco di maiale. . . Roast pork shin with fried potatoes. . Slow cooked in beer. . .
Fortunately, Paolo drove, because I’m not sure if we could have made it home on our own, even though the moon was brighter than usual. The day was a gastronomic adventure in the best of Piemontese slow food, and we were only partially up to the challenge. We had a hard time sleeping, and in the morning, both realized we had come down with headcolds. . .not from food, I’m sure. .