On my mid-morning walk I bought a roasted artichoke at the panetterria/bakery near the duomo/cathedral. A simple dipping sauce of olive oil and lemon juice made the vegetables sparkle and wedges of blood orange rounded out lunch nicely.
The fruit of a blood orange may be orange flesh splashed with dots of red or be totally garnet red. My favorite orange juice is made from blood oranges and is nearly peppermint pink in color – but not in taste.
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Rosie knows that we are going on a trip. She hates the car. We will have to push, pull, cajole and ultimately lift her into the car where she will tremble and cower until we arrive in Virginia where she will have a holiday with her brother, our son Noah, and his family until we return in April.
Although Rosie refuses all food during a road trip, we don’t. The interstate highways are certainly engineering marvels but when it comes to food, other than the enormous array of salty, deep fried, processed, corn syrup sweetened, preservative laden and packaged foods there is NOTHING to eat. So I have packed an on-the-road picnic.
The picnic will start with a mid-mourning snack of apple slices smeared with peanut butter and topped with a generous grind of flax seeds. For lunch we will have veggie sandwiches, inspired by a room-service meal that I had when Charles and I were traveling in India. For three weeks, we had eaten nothing but traditional Indian food and had spent every minute soaking up the sites, smells, history and charm of India. The morning we checked into the very Victorian, Taj Hotel across the road from the Gate of India in Mumbai, I realized that my in-box was filled to overflowing. I needed to step back from the wonders of India for twenty-four hours, so I closed the pink chintz drapes, crawled into bed and pretended that I was at home in Vermont.
After hibernating for seven hours, I was hungry but unwilling to leave my nest. The room service menu was filled with curries and so was I. Luckily, there was a child’s menu that offered a ‘Mild Vegetarian Sandwich’. Described as English vegetables on toasted brown bread, it sounded perfect and it was. Here’s how I made it for our on-the-road picnic: … read more
I am in Ortigia, an island that is part of a Siracusa. Sicily is filled with amazing cathedrals, piazzas, people and food. Finding a way to connect to the internet has been a challenge.
We start the day with fresh orange juice made with Sicilian oranges from the open-air market that is a twenty minute walk through the Plaza Duomo, down narrow lanes, past gelatarias, cafes and ruins from the 6th century BC.
The food is astounding. I have four more days to eat and gather images and look forward to being back in touch with lots to share.
