Italian Dinner Menu Ideas

    italian
  • Of or relating to Italy, its people, or their language
  • of or pertaining to or characteristic of Italy or its people or culture or language; "Italian cooking"
  • a native or inhabitant of Italy
  • the Romance language spoken in Italy
    dinner
  • A formal evening meal, typically one in honor of a person or event
  • the main meal of the day served in the evening or at midday; "dinner will be at 8"; "on Sundays they had a large dinner when they returned from church"
  • a party of people assembled to have dinner together; "guests should never be late to a dinner party"
  • The main meal of the day, taken either around midday or in the evening
  • Dinner is a 2002 play by the British dramatist Moira Buffini. It premiered at the Royal National Theatre, London on 18 October 2002.
    ideas
  • An opinion or belief
  • (idea) mind: your intention; what you intend to do; "he had in mind to see his old teacher"; "the idea of the game is to capture all the pieces"
  • (idea) a personal view; "he has an idea that we don't like him"
  • A thought or suggestion as to a possible course of action
  • A concept or mental impression
  • (idea) the content of cognition; the main thing you are thinking about; "it was not a good idea"; "the thought never entered my mind"
    menu
  • The food available or to be served in a restaurant or at a meal
  • (computer science) a list of options available to a computer user
  • A list of dishes available in a restaurant
  • A list of commands or options, esp. one displayed on screen
  • a list of dishes available at a restaurant; "the menu was in French"
  • the dishes making up a meal
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Recipes from an Italian Summer
Recipes from an Italian Summer
It?s summertime in Italy and the living is easy. The days are longer and more relaxed. Italians flock to the coast to enjoy the tranquility of the sea or retreat to the countryside to unwind in the brilliant, bright sunshine. And most all, they eat.

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Piadina

Preparation time: 45 minutes (including rising)
Cooking time: 15 minutes
Serves 12

5 ? cups all-purpose flour, plus extra for dusting
2 teaspoons baking powder (optional)
? cup lard
olive oil, for brushing
12 slices prosciutto
salt

Sift together the flour, baking powder, and 2 pinches of salt into a large bowl. Add the lard and as much warm water as necessary to mix to a springy dough. Cover with a clean dish towel and let rise for 30 minutes.

Divide the dough into 12 pieces and roll them out into thin rounds on a lightly floured counter. Brush a skillet with oil, add the round in batches, and cook on both sides for a few minutes, until lightly browned. Top each piadina with a slice of prosciutto and fold in half to serve.

siena
siena
And so our last full day in Tuscany, and a sad farewell to the kitten. Poor Luciano did not know he would be saying goodbye to us so soon; and he played with all the vigour of youth chasing after a cob nut we collected, and some old laces. And then it was time to deliver him to Emy, we handed him over with little fuss, and headed straight out as little Luciano struggled and hissed in Emy’s hands; we knew it for the best, but that did not make it any easier. We drove out back to the main road, and after filling the tank up, headed north to Siena, for one of the Tuscan jewels. I know how crowded some of the places can be here; and that is why we did not go to Florence. But still, we thought it should not be too crowded this late in September. Sadly, many others had the same idea, and finding somewhere to park was difficult. The second garage we went to seemed to have opened a level, and we found many empty spaces right near the entrance. Finding our way to Il Campo and the rest of the centre was harder than we thought, and we wandered through many narrow roads with towering mediaeval houses standing shoulder to shoulder on each side. Soon enough we came to the beginnings of the commercial centre, and around the corner was the main shopping street; lined with the usual Tuscan specialty shops mixed in with the usual fashion houses. Through an arch on the right I spied the markings of Il Campo, the main city square around which there are horse races several times a year. And gathered all over were groups of tourists clustered around guides clutching brightly coloured umbrellas or some such things to be held up; as people from the whole world did the modern grand tour. I freely admit to having done such tours in Italy before, and had had the information and history bombarded at my brain too. Much better, I think, to get a guide book and wander the streets to see where your feet would lead. We found grand churches and cathedrals, palaces, grand houses, narrow alleyways with dark arches to explore; and small cafes and other such wonderful places. All so fantastic, and all the while chic locals sauntered around the only way they know how, all looking cool and confidant. All roads lead to the Dumo, and so the ever rising paths and alleyways lead us to the grand cathedral. The queues to get in we long as they were legendary; and for the second time I decided not to go inside. We people watched some, and got pictures of the street sellers trying to eek out a living. Down the steep steps beside the cathedral, there is a passageway leading off, and in that passageway there is a restaurant in a converted church. It is where I had lunch in the city four years ago; and it is where we had lunch on this visit. There were a high concentration of locals, always a good sign I think, and the food really, really good. Julie had toasted rustic bread with melted goat’s cheese and Tuscan honey; which was just wonderful I can tell you; whilst I had the mozzarella with tomatoes again. We wandered around some more, but decided to head back to the car and then home. I thought about filling the luggage with some such Tuscan ingredients, but thought better of it, and anyway the queues were just horrible. We drove home via country roads; through deep gorges and through high hilltop towns again. It was just wonderful, and we were just about the only travellers about. From high above the villa, we paused at yet another hilltop town, and were thrilled we could see the afternoon sun glinting of the Aegean Sea between Grossetto and Elba. The air was full of the aroma of herbs after someone had been cutting grass; and sadly, tomorrow, we were heading home. That night we decided to head out for dinner; it was our last night but had enjoyed our meals on the balcony watching sunsets and the wildlife. Emy had given us a list of places to go, and the best for local traditional food was in Civitella Maritima. Once night had fallen, we walked out to the car in the fragrant air. I am not one to resort to stereotypes; but Italian drivers can be a little impatient to say the least. As we drove to Roccastrada, there were the usual bright headlights just inches from our back bumper. Even funnier was that soon another tailgater was tailgating him and I could see three bright lights in the rear view mirror. One and then the other zoomed past as we headed up the steep hill to Roccastrada, and we could drive in peace. The 5Km long roman road to Civitella Maritima was not as hectic, but at least budding race drivers could see to overtake and we chugged our way to the restaurant. It was chilly in the keen breeze; doubly so high above the plain as we parked the car and headed up the poorly lit narrow alleys and up into the centre of the village. There was a smell of wood smoke in the air, and there were groups of rugged looking farmers outside the cafe enjoying a smoke and an aperitif. The restaurant was easy to find; its lights brightening the co
Trip Day...7?? Already?!?!
Trip Day...7?? Already?!?!
I have no idea if this video will come out rotated sideways or not, so if it is sideways, I apologize in advance. As high-tech as my phone is, it can't rotate video. Lame. Speaking of my phone, this has to be the best travel invention ever (and no, Joel!, I'm not trying to rub it in.) ;-) I can't use it as a phone per se, but it has wifi, and a whole lot of the old city and Pile Gate area of Dubrovnik have free public wifi. Sweet! The downside to that is having my phone buzz while I'm sitting here eating ice cream, and it's a new bill notification from PG&E. Whee. :-p But I did get to call my mom on her birthday for free, since I can Skype right from this phone, and I have offline versions of Wikipedia, Wikitravel, Google Maps, and some other good apps that make trip planning, navigation, and budgeting a cinch. Now if only I could find an app to do my laundry... :-) Today we got up and had breakfast at a little cafe overlooking the ocean. We try to save eating out for dinner, but the view was nice, and I wasn't in the mood for bread and jam and granola bars again. Then we walked the old city wall, stopping to enjoy the view and see the maritime museum, which was actually one of the better ones we've seen here. Dubrovnik was a maritime power from somewhere between the 5th and 9th centuries, depending on which historian you listen to (5th century would be the Greeks, 9th would be the Italians.) Random fact that I found really interesting. Dubrovnik's historical name was Ragusa, which was the Italian name for it. Dubrovnik is the Slavic name, which became its official name sometime in the past hundred years or so, if I remember correctly. In any case, Google Maps and Weather.com still call it by the Italian name, something that confused the heck out of me when I was initially looking up maps and weather on this place. After walking around the wall, we came back to our hostel, read for a bit, took a bit of a midday siesta since it was hot out, then did laundry and worked on plans for where we're heading on Sunday -- the island of Korcula, about 2 hours north by bus from here. There's not as much cool historical stuff to see, but there also aren't huge cruise ship crowds to wade through. So that's good. After napping, reading, and chores, we went back down into the old city to relax and try a Bosnian restaurant for dinner that Wikitravel recommended, that was both good and reasonably priced. It was a tiny little place, and we were seated inside and it was hot and stuffy. One of the circuits kept blowing, causing some of the lights to keep going out, and the waiters (who are apparently used to this) had the routine down to reset the circuit, which involved a long-handled spoon and a stack of menus. Heh. It's late right now, and I'm torn as to what to do after I finish this post. I want to read more of my book, but I really should start going through my pictures and sorting them out... I've taken a ridiculous amount so far. Heh... whoops. :-)