October 10, 2011 § 4 Comments
“Life this way—- free, expansive, unexpected, breathtaking, is something not even my imagination suggested”
View the most recent chapter by moving your curser over the “The Foot of the Mountain” link to the left and then over “Ear, Nose & Throat.” If this is your first time, start with “Waking Up” Chapter 1 under “Milazzo” and work your way around.
October 10, 2011 § Leave a comment
“Am I imagining this?”
“No amore mio, this is real”
Haggard from travel and lack of sleep, the traditional Milazzo breakfast of granita caffe con panna and brioche is the cure for the extra baggage under the eyes. “In a place this far south it makes total sense- it’s a frozen cappuccino!”
“It looks so simple. If someone saw a picture of this they would wonder, what’s the big deal? But each individual ingredient tastes like its American cousin on crack.” Salad of radicchio, fennel, tomato and capers with lemon and blood orange vinnaigrette, sliced mortadella, ricotta salata affumicata (smoked) with olive oil and grated orange peel, and local grillo wine.
…while Alessa figured out there is no “fluff cycle” in Sicily.
and I can practically touch the sea with my fingertips.”
Sebastiano, the wine maker for Sassicaia, sat with us and shared his wine. As did Michele Chiarlo at Michele Chiarlo, Roberto at Pighin, Dr. Matteo at Tenuta Sette Ponti, Francesco at Canalicchio di Sopra and the beautiful husband and wife team, Mariagrazia and Claudio, at Icardi. Thank you Sara for spending the day with us and showing us this unbelievable spectacle!
… at the temple of Jorge!
… and a focused Riesling tasting—
“My god, this flavor, I feel like I’m getting to know the pig personally.”
Nadine at Braida spent over an hour with us, sharing stories about their wines and her own life—grazie mille!
A special thank you to Maurizio in NoVA, you introduced us to this wine and gave us the gift of this experience— sei un caro amico!
The train to the Verona airport—
“You ever heard of Pasta Milazzo?”
“No. What’s in it?”
“Well, you gotta start with pasta.”
“No fuckin kidding”
… the rest we won’t tell.
A plane, a train, two taxis and a bus, finally we are home in Milazzo.
Pasta Milazzo—so good we just might build a restaurant around it, you’ll have to wait and see.
…or you’re sleeping.
…watch for the next chapter when Eric and Alex take a tour of one man’s passion– “the city of carefree children”