Many years ago I went to live Italy. Because I wanted to and I could. Beware the love affair with Italy, I've heard said. So true. I was bewitched. I fell in love. With the language, the food and the vibrance of just living. Even now I sometimes dream in Italian and find it strange not to be there when I wake up. It's fair to say I immersed myself in Italian. I was incredibly fortunate to land in Florence, a beacon for foreign (English speaking) students to learn Italian. For this reason there is an under culture of Englishness. Although I did occasionally find myself at the Red Garter, which was the drinking hole for foreigners, I spent most of my time with Italians, speaking Italian extremely badly (much to their amusement), until one day I was speaking Italian pretty well, thank you very much. Over two years I must have eaten my way through mountains of pasta and ice cream. Possibly the two biggest loves of my life - Sshh don't tell my husband. A few years ago when I bought my Kitchenaid (with my tax return) I found out how easy it is to make pasta. Now not only am I an addict, but the whole family.
This week I had a craving and made lasagne. I used ricotta instead of making the besciamela sauce. Firstly because it's quick and secondly because it's a lot lighter on the palette. I just grated some nutmeg through and bob's your uncle.,
Over to Kootooyoo, to see some creative people in action.