Let me start by saying that this title might be grammatically incorrect. Surprisingly, being in Italy has yielded little opportunity to learn Italian. However, I might leave fluent in French. Today I spent the majority of the day reading reports in French, who knew I still can read it… but google translate helps… On to Sunday… Domenica!
A new tradition has started. Well, at least, I hope it’ll catch on. Inspired by the Biscotti Queen and her family, the grad students and I have decided to start a Sunday Dinner tradition.
My roommate and I both love to cook. So it sorta works out. Plus, he’s Sicilian and doesn’t fool around.
Now this wasn’t your average Sunday Dinner. It started around 3:00pm and ended around 8:00pm, and it was amazing.
It started with an unorthodox, antipasti. Not meats. Instead, cream puffs.
Nancy and I love sugar and she stopped at a bakery before arriving. They were amazing! Some were filled with lemon cream and others with a chocolate cream.
To die for. So while Nancy and I munched on cream puffs and waited for the others to arrive, Joe started making primo piatto.
Once Lis, Kyla and her friend Giuseppe arrived. We were ready.
Spaghetti ai Frutti di Mare
After some sitting and chatting, I made secondo piatto. It ended up being some strange version of saltimbocca. Thinly pounded chicken breast, rolled with prosciutto and sage, cooked in a butter wine sauce.
Not bad. For contorno, rosemary roasted potatoes.
Nancy and Lis both brought dessert. However, I only remembered to photograph what Nancy brought (other than the cream puffs):
Some sort of delicious crostata! I was pleased.
After dessert and coffee, we were sufficiently full and basically ready for the night to be over.
Next time, I want to make primo and leave the meat making to someone who knows what he’s doing.