Sta mattina, Rosana, Valentina, Kim, e io abbiamo fato gnocchi insieme. This morning (actually meaning Tuesday morning, December 9), Rosana, Valentina, Kim, and I made gnocchi together. Rosana is a great cook. Certamente, Alessandro watched and critiqued. Hah! So now we know how to make gnocchi the way a real Italian mama makes them. After cutting them in little pieces, she does a trick with two fingers, making the gnocchi into a certain concave shape. Ours didn't look exactly like hers, nor could we make them as quickly. Let's say they were.... artistic. However, rather than just smothering them in sauce, she put them in small oven-safe bowls, then covered them in red sauce, fresh mozzarella, and basil and baked them. Mamma mia! Incredible.
Though we had planned to spend the afternoon exploring historic Caserta with Valentina, we opted to stay home and sit by the fire. We've been running around so much, it was nice to rest and be comfortable. Unfortunately her *expletive* boyfriend was there as well. I don't want to spend too much blog time on this guy, but I will share that he likes to use American curse words, he gropes his girlfriend in front of her mother, and he argued with us (rudely) claiming that there are 52 states in America. (Apparently the extra two are New Mexico and Puerto Rico. !)
But I digress. We spent the afternoon relaxing and improving our Italian. Then at dinner we had pork wrapped in beef (I think), vegetables, and what they call pancakes. These pancakes are actually pizza dough rolled up in big balls and fried in oil. A. Maz. Ing.
We are not losing weight in Italy.
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