Enough with the wah-wah “I’m not in Kansas anymore” pity party about your Italian vacation and there being NOTHING TO EAT in America. C’mon!!!
This is how to do it: get off your vacation exhausted duff (okay, do some yoga first). Let the airplane headache pass and move on. Or, just plain move. I walked to my Weight Watchers meeting and saw that, yes, Virginia, there ARE consequences to your cornetto eating – but basta! Enough. Move on.
I walked to my favorite coffee bar in NYC — Tarallucci & Vino — a completely Italian place, I presume owned by Italians, but if not – certainly the people who work there are speaking the mother tongue. And, their customers are. So, too, the bambini. I ordered un espresso DOPPIO – figured that being in NYC – I couldn’t just order caffé like in Rome and expect to get espresso. Squisito!
A short stroll away: our version of the Campo dei Fiori – without the statue of the executed guy. The Greenmarket at Union Square. I filled my market bag to overflowing: beets with succulent greens still attached. Radishes, broccoli, cauliflower. I love fall greenmarkets with its squashes, pumpkins and potatoes.
There you have it. Pure food: the American way. Now, start cooking.
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