After many lovely meals in the name of research, I decided it was time for something a little lighter. Tonight, I would have a simple meat and cheese plate and a little bowl of soup...........and wine, because..........well, it's Italy.
What can I say? I tried. I was in Spello at a lively little osteria and when we ordered a little meat and cheese platter, this is what came. The various wedges of delicious cheese were thick and plentiful. The flatbread was warm; fresh out of the oven and the variety of meats were really delicious.
What can I say? I tried. I was in Spello at a lively little osteria and when we ordered a little meat and cheese platter, this is what came. The various wedges of delicious cheese were thick and plentiful. The flatbread was warm; fresh out of the oven and the variety of meats were really delicious.
We were quite stuffed to the gills after the meat and cheeses, but since we had already ordered the minestrone soup...... The bowl was gigantic and had at least a cup of chickpeas and various beans at the bottom, and the broth was divine.
There were three women at the table next to us and they were obviously friends of the owner. As we had been nibbling our meats and cheeses, the the three women had been the recipient of plate after plate of treats and frequent chats with the owner. They were laughing and groaning and saying they simply couldn't eat any more. We said we too were so full, at which point, I heard the owner whisper to one of her friends, "They're full on minestrone?" and shrugging her shoulders as if to say, "How can that be?"
Oh, and the wine. It was another of those "house" wines that because it was a local Umbrian red, was just out of this world.
There's always tomorrow.
There were three women at the table next to us and they were obviously friends of the owner. As we had been nibbling our meats and cheeses, the the three women had been the recipient of plate after plate of treats and frequent chats with the owner. They were laughing and groaning and saying they simply couldn't eat any more. We said we too were so full, at which point, I heard the owner whisper to one of her friends, "They're full on minestrone?" and shrugging her shoulders as if to say, "How can that be?"
Oh, and the wine. It was another of those "house" wines that because it was a local Umbrian red, was just out of this world.
There's always tomorrow.
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