This photo looks almost like it could have been taken at our house. I have tablecloth just like that. But it’s not. This is my first meal in my new home for the next two weeks-my apartment in Arezzo. After two flights, a taxi ride and then a train, I have arrived. I should be totally exhausted, but I’m not. I barely slept on the plane as we landed in Frankfurt at 1:30 am California time. Fortified by a cappuccino in the airport I made my way to my flight to Firenze and here I am-in my old home town!
I really hadn’t planned on dinner tonight, but knew I wanted to go out walk around town and at least buy a bottle of wine. Not having the energy to go to the little supermercato and buy the basics, I decided on stopping in a little market that I used to pass daily on my way to school. They sell cheeses, salumi a few fruits and vegetables, olive oil and wine. As I approached the shop I saw a sign board outside announcing Porchetta Panini. My fate was sealed. I knew I’d be buying a panino to go along with the local wine I purchased. It was all I could do to wait until I got back to the apartment to dig into the porchetta.
It’s perfect. Sometimes porchetta here in Italy is a bit too salty for me. Not this one and there was just the right amount of crispy cracklin’ pork fat too. At first I thought I’d only eat half, but that was a dream. Sorry about the smudges on my wine glass-I’m eating porchetta. Do I really need to explain?