In the restaurant industry, there's a practice known as "staging." (Pronounced with a long "a," as if it rhymes with dodge) Essentially, someone interested in seeing how a particular restaurant works contacts the chef, and requests a one-day (or more) internship. This indentured servitude is then rewarded (by the better restaurants) with kind treatment, recipe / procedure transparency, and the chance to walk in the shoes of one of an employee.
Regardless of the word's history, this level of transparency within a business can seem somewhat foreign to a lot of my friends. Non Disclosure Agreements (and other such contractual guarantees of silence) make a completely open door essentially non-exsistant to them. I've gotta say though, since making my career switch, i have become a huge believer in the power of an open door. The ability to see "how the other side lives" so to speak is something that allows food-related professionals constant access to knowledge and inspiration, two things that are always in demand. Unfortunately though, there's a huge debate within the industry as far as HOW MUCH information should be divulged to one of these interns. Should a guest be privy to all the recipes he/she can cram into memory that day, or should there be some be guarded secrets? Are signature items completely off the grid, or is EVERYTHING fair game? Well, I suppose it's all a matter of opinion and so it's up to the chef to decide what he/she is comfortable divulging. In my experience, those chefs who were secure enough to share their full knowledge base have been the most successful within the industry. They find comfort in open discussions, inquisitive minds, and even the occasional heated debate. You see, the food industry is a strange place. When someone cooks they invest themselves so heavily in the products they produce that it becomes extremely personal. So much so, that there are plenty of times that it's nearly impossible to pull yourself back and say "ok, how do I like this composition of flavors/textures thus far?" I wouldn't know it yet, but I suppose it'd be like asking a parent to objectively judge their child against all others. Sure, there would always be flaws, it's just a matter of what flaws are most obvious, and how severe those flaws TRULY are. For that reason, I find it extremely important to be open to discussion, critique, and hope that as long as we can keep things civil, this level of communication will yeild a better, more refined outcome.
Anywho, what I'm driving at is that there are plenty of chefs who I feel demonstrate what it is to be professional, open, and confident. For the last two weeks, (and until i'm employed once again..hah) I've had the pleasure of visiting a bunch of great restaurants around New York. I've been extremely picky about who i'd like to visit, and it's really helped me narrow-down what the qualities are of the next environment i'd like to work. The place has to be high quality, intimate, creative, free-thinking (not bound to any stupid rules like "oh, chef ____ ONLY wants desserts like this"), and, more important than anything else, welcoming.
If I could work anywhere now, it'd be Le Bernardin. I've waxed poetic about everything from the clean, vibrant symphony of flavors that are the desserts, to the staff which has (on multiple occasions) treated me as one of their own. A restaurant like that has a lot to teach cooks, and of course, has set a great example for me to use at a place of my own (in a few years). Unfortunately though, my schoolgirl-like crush on a position there is going to have to remain a fantasy until by some divine miracle a spot opens up. I'll jam my foot in the door as long as I can, but the realities of rent, food, and running water have a habit of sneaking up on me.
Anywho, for now i'm going to head home to Baltimore for the week. Assuming all goes well, i'll be relocating (as permanently as a twenty-something can) back to NYC for the New Year. =)
Until we meet again, have a Chappy Channukah, a Killer Kwanza, and a Merry X-mas.
CIAO!!!
....also, random Hot CD: Kid Cudi - Plain Pat & Emile Presents a KiD named CuDi
Enjoy!
Monday, December 22, 2008
Thursday, December 4, 2008
Italia in Fast Forward
Massarosa -> Viareggio -> Florence -> Venice -> Milan -> Pisa -> Naples -> Sorrento -> Vesuvius -> The Amalfi Coast -> Vietri Sul Mare -> Reggio Calabria -> Messina -> Taormina -> Castelmola -> Catania -> Mt Etna -> Vietri Sul Mare (again!) -> Siena -> Chianti -> Viareggio -> New York -> Baltimore
Any quesions?
Ok ok, so that doesn't really say much. Actually, if you hadn't read anything before this, that seemling random string of places seems absolutely non-sensical. Fortunately however, there is in fact a method to this madness.
What you see above is a brief itinerary of the three week adventure my parents & I completed. Now, in the interest of full disclosure I should say that my sister joined us for the first week, so from Massarosa to Pisa, we got to see Italy as a full family. Afterwords however, it was back to the triumphs and tribulations of the Rosen Trio.
Basically the trip consisted of short "sprint" drives where we would cover a few hours on the autostrada and stop wherever the scenery became most interesting. WIthout that mentality, I can almost guarantee we would've never enjoyed the company of an amazing family that took us in in Vietri Sul Mare, or the hilariously dysfunctional Mother-Son culinary team we met at a restaurant on the top of a mountain in Castelmola. Honestly, it had its frustrations, but it really was an amazing way to travel. As I'd anticipated, my Italian certainly was pushed to it's bounds as it became more and more clear that simply trying to converse with people for 6 months does not make you anything close to a countrymen. There were mixups and fudges of seemingly monumental proportions, but of course when it all came into perspective, I can only be thankful for the chance to see everything as we did.
I do have to mention though, when i finished my time with Sandra & the gang at Toscana Saporita, I felt that I had reached a comfortable end. I felt as if we had our time, but it was time to do/see something else. However, as I stared out the window of our plane and the engine's thrust squished me back into my seat, the scenery began to pull away, and the idea of going home finally set in, I developed a bit of a pit in my stomach. I couldn't believe that I was leaving. More so, I felt physically disturbed. It was as if my organs had decided to stay, but my body was being dragged along. For the first time, I really felt very unhappy with the idea of leaving, and it hit me hard.
As we cruised at 30,000 ft over the Atlantic I thought about it more and more:
What had I really set in motion by coming home?
Where am I going now?
and more importantly, How on Earth am I going to get there?
Honestly, I have no idea. BUT, I will say that living abroad made a lasting impression on me. For the first time, I truly understand what it's like to walk in an ex-pat's shoes.
A few years ago I had an intimate relationship with someone who took time to live abroad. When this person returned home, I had no doubt that something was different. A lot had remained the same, but there was something intangible that truly altered our dynamic. When I stepped off that plane and thought about seeing my friends again it dawned on me. For the first time in my life I understand that position. I don't know exactly what's changed, but I feel different. I feel as if, although the physical distance is gone, there is still some psychological distance between myself and people at home. It's as if there's some force imposing this feeling outside of my control, and I truly wonder when I'll feel fully welcomed back into the world of living as an American. I mean, to go back to my previous point, I'm sure I did what I could to maintain consistency a few years ago, but I'll tell you, I never expected the other side to be like this. To this person's credit, it takes a hell of a lot to re-calibrate back to being home. I don't know if I'll ever fully adjust, but I can say for sure, this will not have been my last ExPat experience.
The bug has bitten....
Let see when the itch comes back. =P
Until next time, CIAO!
(oh, and pics to come... don't worry! I'm transferring to a new computer so it may take a bit)
Any quesions?
Ok ok, so that doesn't really say much. Actually, if you hadn't read anything before this, that seemling random string of places seems absolutely non-sensical. Fortunately however, there is in fact a method to this madness.
What you see above is a brief itinerary of the three week adventure my parents & I completed. Now, in the interest of full disclosure I should say that my sister joined us for the first week, so from Massarosa to Pisa, we got to see Italy as a full family. Afterwords however, it was back to the triumphs and tribulations of the Rosen Trio.
Basically the trip consisted of short "sprint" drives where we would cover a few hours on the autostrada and stop wherever the scenery became most interesting. WIthout that mentality, I can almost guarantee we would've never enjoyed the company of an amazing family that took us in in Vietri Sul Mare, or the hilariously dysfunctional Mother-Son culinary team we met at a restaurant on the top of a mountain in Castelmola. Honestly, it had its frustrations, but it really was an amazing way to travel. As I'd anticipated, my Italian certainly was pushed to it's bounds as it became more and more clear that simply trying to converse with people for 6 months does not make you anything close to a countrymen. There were mixups and fudges of seemingly monumental proportions, but of course when it all came into perspective, I can only be thankful for the chance to see everything as we did.
I do have to mention though, when i finished my time with Sandra & the gang at Toscana Saporita, I felt that I had reached a comfortable end. I felt as if we had our time, but it was time to do/see something else. However, as I stared out the window of our plane and the engine's thrust squished me back into my seat, the scenery began to pull away, and the idea of going home finally set in, I developed a bit of a pit in my stomach. I couldn't believe that I was leaving. More so, I felt physically disturbed. It was as if my organs had decided to stay, but my body was being dragged along. For the first time, I really felt very unhappy with the idea of leaving, and it hit me hard.
As we cruised at 30,000 ft over the Atlantic I thought about it more and more:
What had I really set in motion by coming home?
Where am I going now?
and more importantly, How on Earth am I going to get there?
Honestly, I have no idea. BUT, I will say that living abroad made a lasting impression on me. For the first time, I truly understand what it's like to walk in an ex-pat's shoes.
A few years ago I had an intimate relationship with someone who took time to live abroad. When this person returned home, I had no doubt that something was different. A lot had remained the same, but there was something intangible that truly altered our dynamic. When I stepped off that plane and thought about seeing my friends again it dawned on me. For the first time in my life I understand that position. I don't know exactly what's changed, but I feel different. I feel as if, although the physical distance is gone, there is still some psychological distance between myself and people at home. It's as if there's some force imposing this feeling outside of my control, and I truly wonder when I'll feel fully welcomed back into the world of living as an American. I mean, to go back to my previous point, I'm sure I did what I could to maintain consistency a few years ago, but I'll tell you, I never expected the other side to be like this. To this person's credit, it takes a hell of a lot to re-calibrate back to being home. I don't know if I'll ever fully adjust, but I can say for sure, this will not have been my last ExPat experience.
The bug has bitten....
Let see when the itch comes back. =P
Until next time, CIAO!
(oh, and pics to come... don't worry! I'm transferring to a new computer so it may take a bit)
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Every end is a new beginning....
Well, as they say, my time has come. I honestly can’t believe so much time has gone by but October 31st marked my last day at Toscana Saporita.
Wow.
Honestly, it’s somewhat surreal to finally see it on “paper.” This town, this job, this lifestyle has been such a dominant force around me for the last 7 months that I think it’s going to be really strange to be without it. What will I do without seeing Anto on the couch every morning before work? Who’s going to light up the kitchen every day like Sa? Who’s going to bust my balls every night like Ila? =) And more importantly, where will I go to get my espresso “corrected”? [hah! Time to get an espresso machine =)]
Honestly, this was an experience that I wouldn’t have had any other way. I’ve met some amazing people, made some amazing food, drank some amazing wine, and seen a world outside of everything I thought I knew. I’m truly grateful to everyone who helped shape my time in Tuscany and I say from the bottom of my heart that each and every one of them will always have a home wherever I am.
As for the next move, my parents have FINALLY come to visit, so the next three weeks’ll be spent exploring Italy with them. Some of it I’ve seen, some of it’s totally new, but ALL of it’ll be an adventure. Lets see how good my Italian’s gotten!
Ciao Ciao!!
Wow.
Honestly, it’s somewhat surreal to finally see it on “paper.” This town, this job, this lifestyle has been such a dominant force around me for the last 7 months that I think it’s going to be really strange to be without it. What will I do without seeing Anto on the couch every morning before work? Who’s going to light up the kitchen every day like Sa? Who’s going to bust my balls every night like Ila? =) And more importantly, where will I go to get my espresso “corrected”? [hah! Time to get an espresso machine =)]
Honestly, this was an experience that I wouldn’t have had any other way. I’ve met some amazing people, made some amazing food, drank some amazing wine, and seen a world outside of everything I thought I knew. I’m truly grateful to everyone who helped shape my time in Tuscany and I say from the bottom of my heart that each and every one of them will always have a home wherever I am.
As for the next move, my parents have FINALLY come to visit, so the next three weeks’ll be spent exploring Italy with them. Some of it I’ve seen, some of it’s totally new, but ALL of it’ll be an adventure. Lets see how good my Italian’s gotten!
Ciao Ciao!!
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
SPAIN 3.0
Wow, it's been a few weeks since I've last posted and so much has happened it's out of control.
That being said, lets rewind to Saturday Oct 18th....
With a week off and a whole world to explore, Justin, David & I hopped a cheap Ryanair flight to Barcelona. Getting in late at night, we decided to forgo the hotel / hostel for one night and spend the night wandering the city. After hours of exploration (and strange Indian men seeming to pop up EVERYWHERE hocking Estrella Damm Beer for 50 Euro Cents), we made our way across the city to the beach and sat down there for impending sunrise. Soon after, the smell of freshly baked breads / pastries wafted through the air and we set off for a quick and easy breakfast...
[Now, as a side note, I had a FANTASTIC week in Spain. It was so great to spend a culinary bonanza like that with people like Justin and David that I could happily go into excruciating detail describing every aspect of our week abroad. However, this would be amazing to some and horrendously boring to others, so i'll try and trim it down to the big, meaty points.... mmm, meaty]
Ok, back to Barcelona. =)
SO, after wandering around all night, we were exhausted. We finally got ourselves to the apartment we rented, got settled, and dropped off a ton of our stuff. Shortly after we began our Barcelona blitz, hittin the city hard with a bus tour complete with (smuggled) wine service, gorgeous scenery, and a visit to the chocolate shop of one of the world's premier pastry chefs Oriol Balaguer. We even found ourselves an Italian Aperitivo Bar in Barcelona one evening and couldn't resist getting a little taste of our (new) Italain home while away.
After 3 days of Barcelona, it was time to bid "Adios" to Catalonia, and hit the road for San Sebastian, a 5 hour drive across Northern Spain into the Basque Region. To do so, we headed back to the airport and picked up the 3rd Fiat Punto i've rented yet. (Gotta say, for a cheap car with lots of space you've gotta love the Punto!! OK ok, enough of my shameless plugs) After a few hours on the road, hunger set in and a quick meal was in order. We stopped in a random town along the way, and had an amazing (3 course) meal for an astoundingly cheap 9 Euro. Shortly after, we were back on the road, and found ourselves passing the town of Pamplona. Without being able to resist, we pulled off the highway and spent a bit driving around Pamplona, getting a quick bite to eat, and enjoying the fact that the car would afford us all kinds of opportunities like that should we want them.
Not long after Pamplona, we arrived in San Sebastian. Our hostel was positioned right off the beach in a great location, and was filled with so many twenty-somethings that it basically functioned as an overseas college dorm. The town itself was an amazing blend of history, extremely thoughtful (and aesthetically pleasing) architecture, incredibly nice people, and knock-out food. We spent the majority of our time wandering around the harbor / old city, exploring the mountain roads overlooking the area, getting to know (and going out with) the other kids in the hostel, and mentally prepping ourselves for arguably the best restaurant experience any of us had encountered in our entire lives.
That being said, the meal i'm referring to is one we enjoyed at a restaurant called Arzak. I can only describe to you a small percentage of what the actual meal was like, but suffice it to say it's one we won't be one any of us'll forget for a LONG time. Essentially, this is a restaurant that already sits on the list of the top ten restaurants in the world. It's tasting menu is a comprehensive tour of the culinary play that Juan Mari and his daughter Elena has created and maintained for MANY years. (Arzak recieved it's 3rd Michelin Star in 1989 and has held it since) That menu alone is fantastic and needs no adjustment. Fortunately though, I had the incredible fortune of being put in touch with the Maitre D' through a great friend of mine, and as such got to hear something everyone dreams of hearing at a restaurant of that calibre, "Put your menus away, If you'll allow us, we've prepared something special for you."
21 Plates later, we were satiated with probably the best meal that has graced my pallet. During the meal itself Juan Mari personally visited the table TWICE to ask how the meal was progressing, and at the end, we were privy to a private tour of the kitchen and the wine cellar. To put it bluntly, I was completely beside myself. Oh, and if that wasn't enough, as the restaurant was breaking down and cleaning up, the Maitre D' asked us "So, are you staying in San Sebastian." To which I of course replied "Oh yeah, right down on the beach." "Great" he said, "What are your plans for tomorrow?" HAH! "As of yet, nothing. We're just planning on wandering around the city and taking it easy." I replied. "Ok, well if you'd like to come back at around noon I'd love to show you around the Labratory where we develop all of our ideas."
...Umm, wow. Not bad eh? So yeah, all in all it was an incredible culinary experience. I'm extremely grateful to the people of Arzak as a whole, and I can't wait to bestow something like that upon a fan of mine one day.
That afternoon, we rode out the two day high that was our meal, finished up our time seeing the sites of San Sebastian, and tied up our trip with a last-hoorah with most of the kids in the hostel.
As we drove back to the airport the next morning we were a little banged up and happy to just listen to our two favorite roadtrip cd's (Mute Math - Mute Math, & The Killers - Hot Fuss) and silently reflect on one hell of a trip. There were so many stories and jokes to remember I can only hope we keep reminding ourselves how great a time we had.
I know it's only scratching the surface, but here are a tiny tiny few of the 906 photos that fully describe our week in Spain:
ENJOY!
That being said, lets rewind to Saturday Oct 18th....
With a week off and a whole world to explore, Justin, David & I hopped a cheap Ryanair flight to Barcelona. Getting in late at night, we decided to forgo the hotel / hostel for one night and spend the night wandering the city. After hours of exploration (and strange Indian men seeming to pop up EVERYWHERE hocking Estrella Damm Beer for 50 Euro Cents), we made our way across the city to the beach and sat down there for impending sunrise. Soon after, the smell of freshly baked breads / pastries wafted through the air and we set off for a quick and easy breakfast...
[Now, as a side note, I had a FANTASTIC week in Spain. It was so great to spend a culinary bonanza like that with people like Justin and David that I could happily go into excruciating detail describing every aspect of our week abroad. However, this would be amazing to some and horrendously boring to others, so i'll try and trim it down to the big, meaty points.... mmm, meaty]
Ok, back to Barcelona. =)
SO, after wandering around all night, we were exhausted. We finally got ourselves to the apartment we rented, got settled, and dropped off a ton of our stuff. Shortly after we began our Barcelona blitz, hittin the city hard with a bus tour complete with (smuggled) wine service, gorgeous scenery, and a visit to the chocolate shop of one of the world's premier pastry chefs Oriol Balaguer. We even found ourselves an Italian Aperitivo Bar in Barcelona one evening and couldn't resist getting a little taste of our (new) Italain home while away.
After 3 days of Barcelona, it was time to bid "Adios" to Catalonia, and hit the road for San Sebastian, a 5 hour drive across Northern Spain into the Basque Region. To do so, we headed back to the airport and picked up the 3rd Fiat Punto i've rented yet. (Gotta say, for a cheap car with lots of space you've gotta love the Punto!! OK ok, enough of my shameless plugs) After a few hours on the road, hunger set in and a quick meal was in order. We stopped in a random town along the way, and had an amazing (3 course) meal for an astoundingly cheap 9 Euro. Shortly after, we were back on the road, and found ourselves passing the town of Pamplona. Without being able to resist, we pulled off the highway and spent a bit driving around Pamplona, getting a quick bite to eat, and enjoying the fact that the car would afford us all kinds of opportunities like that should we want them.
Not long after Pamplona, we arrived in San Sebastian. Our hostel was positioned right off the beach in a great location, and was filled with so many twenty-somethings that it basically functioned as an overseas college dorm. The town itself was an amazing blend of history, extremely thoughtful (and aesthetically pleasing) architecture, incredibly nice people, and knock-out food. We spent the majority of our time wandering around the harbor / old city, exploring the mountain roads overlooking the area, getting to know (and going out with) the other kids in the hostel, and mentally prepping ourselves for arguably the best restaurant experience any of us had encountered in our entire lives.
That being said, the meal i'm referring to is one we enjoyed at a restaurant called Arzak. I can only describe to you a small percentage of what the actual meal was like, but suffice it to say it's one we won't be one any of us'll forget for a LONG time. Essentially, this is a restaurant that already sits on the list of the top ten restaurants in the world. It's tasting menu is a comprehensive tour of the culinary play that Juan Mari and his daughter Elena has created and maintained for MANY years. (Arzak recieved it's 3rd Michelin Star in 1989 and has held it since) That menu alone is fantastic and needs no adjustment. Fortunately though, I had the incredible fortune of being put in touch with the Maitre D' through a great friend of mine, and as such got to hear something everyone dreams of hearing at a restaurant of that calibre, "Put your menus away, If you'll allow us, we've prepared something special for you."
21 Plates later, we were satiated with probably the best meal that has graced my pallet. During the meal itself Juan Mari personally visited the table TWICE to ask how the meal was progressing, and at the end, we were privy to a private tour of the kitchen and the wine cellar. To put it bluntly, I was completely beside myself. Oh, and if that wasn't enough, as the restaurant was breaking down and cleaning up, the Maitre D' asked us "So, are you staying in San Sebastian." To which I of course replied "Oh yeah, right down on the beach." "Great" he said, "What are your plans for tomorrow?" HAH! "As of yet, nothing. We're just planning on wandering around the city and taking it easy." I replied. "Ok, well if you'd like to come back at around noon I'd love to show you around the Labratory where we develop all of our ideas."
...Umm, wow. Not bad eh? So yeah, all in all it was an incredible culinary experience. I'm extremely grateful to the people of Arzak as a whole, and I can't wait to bestow something like that upon a fan of mine one day.
That afternoon, we rode out the two day high that was our meal, finished up our time seeing the sites of San Sebastian, and tied up our trip with a last-hoorah with most of the kids in the hostel.
As we drove back to the airport the next morning we were a little banged up and happy to just listen to our two favorite roadtrip cd's (Mute Math - Mute Math, & The Killers - Hot Fuss) and silently reflect on one hell of a trip. There were so many stories and jokes to remember I can only hope we keep reminding ourselves how great a time we had.
I know it's only scratching the surface, but here are a tiny tiny few of the 906 photos that fully describe our week in Spain:
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| SPAIN 3.0 |
ENJOY!
Friday, October 17, 2008
Happy B-day... TO ME!
The days are getting a little bit cooler, the olive trees are filling out nicely, and the nights are developing the crisp air of winter; Man, I love this time of year!
As you may have guessed, this is also birthday time for me. =) Recently, we've been enjoying some beautiful days, and nights crisp and cool enough to build a comforting, warming fire. As I mentioned before, the olive trees have started to tint their fruit dark purple, and the huge nets have been spread in the orchards surrounding our house. Actually, now that i think about it, it reminds me of the Gates exhibit in Central Park. (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Gates) For those of you who haven't had a chance to see either the Gates exhibit, or the olive harvest, it's as if someone suddenly colorized the countryside. It's really quite beautiful!
Well, soon the olive pressing'll begin and fresh oil'll start to flow from the Frantoio (Olive press). I really hope it starts soon so that I'll have time to grab some fresh focaccia, sprint over to the presses, and catch some of the fresh oil for a snack!
Anywho, in the last week we've started to see lots of "Sagre"spring up around the countryside. Essentially, a Sagra is an open dinner for anyone and everyone to come and enjoy regional cuisine centered around a specific food or ingredient. Recently, we had a chance to go to the Sagra della Castange, which roughly translates to the "Chesnut Festival." There, we paid minimal prices for a HUGE Stinko (pork shank.....mmmmmmm, delicious) and a healthy portion of Ribollita (delicious Tuscan stew).
As you may have guessed, this is also birthday time for me. =) Recently, we've been enjoying some beautiful days, and nights crisp and cool enough to build a comforting, warming fire. As I mentioned before, the olive trees have started to tint their fruit dark purple, and the huge nets have been spread in the orchards surrounding our house. Actually, now that i think about it, it reminds me of the Gates exhibit in Central Park. (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Gates) For those of you who haven't had a chance to see either the Gates exhibit, or the olive harvest, it's as if someone suddenly colorized the countryside. It's really quite beautiful!
Well, soon the olive pressing'll begin and fresh oil'll start to flow from the Frantoio (Olive press). I really hope it starts soon so that I'll have time to grab some fresh focaccia, sprint over to the presses, and catch some of the fresh oil for a snack!
Anywho, in the last week we've started to see lots of "Sagre"spring up around the countryside. Essentially, a Sagra is an open dinner for anyone and everyone to come and enjoy regional cuisine centered around a specific food or ingredient. Recently, we had a chance to go to the Sagra della Castange, which roughly translates to the "Chesnut Festival." There, we paid minimal prices for a HUGE Stinko (pork shank.....mmmmmmm, delicious) and a healthy portion of Ribollita (delicious Tuscan stew).
Then, AFTER eating all that, we were privy to tons and tons of roasted chesnuts, singing, dancing, delicious fried sandwiches called "Quartuccio", and lots and lots of wine. (heh... as if we don't do that EVERY day) I mean, if you don't expect to eat your brains out in Italy, you're in the wrong country.
After the Sagra, it was time to go back to work, teaching, and cooking for a new group of students. This week was a bit older than we usually get, but all in all they were extremely sincere and a true pleasure to have for the week. For our Thursday (buffet) lunch dessert I decided to make a ton of Bombolone (Italian Doughnuts), which i'm happy to say came out great. =)
This week was definitely a welcome change from the last few weeks of high maintenance groups, and a great way to get nice and recharged for next week our TRIP TO SPAIN!!!
That's right folks, just for the hell of it yours truly (along with two other chefs, David & Justin) are heading to Barcelona for a few days, renting a car, and road-tripping it to Spain's Basque country!!! This is a trip i've been dying to do since I graduated from culinary school so I couldn't be more excited about it. As soon as we get settled in Barcelona, i'll be tracking down a ton of the Spanish chefs i've been reading about for years now and FINALLY be able to see their work in person. I can't wait!!!
Oh man, my camera's memory card's gunna take a beating this week!
Until i return, take care & ciao!!!
Oh, and to everyone back home who was kind enough to send birthday notes, that really meant a lot to me. I miss you all a ton!
That's right folks, just for the hell of it yours truly (along with two other chefs, David & Justin) are heading to Barcelona for a few days, renting a car, and road-tripping it to Spain's Basque country!!! This is a trip i've been dying to do since I graduated from culinary school so I couldn't be more excited about it. As soon as we get settled in Barcelona, i'll be tracking down a ton of the Spanish chefs i've been reading about for years now and FINALLY be able to see their work in person. I can't wait!!!
Oh man, my camera's memory card's gunna take a beating this week!
Until i return, take care & ciao!!!
Oh, and to everyone back home who was kind enough to send birthday notes, that really meant a lot to me. I miss you all a ton!
Thursday, October 9, 2008
Thursday, Bloody Thursday
Ciao all, or should i say: Good Yontif!!
Today (for all the goyim out there) was in fact Yom Kippur. As such, I didn't eat a bit all day and as such, had to do everything I could to fight the urge to become a raging bastard. (Unfortunately, the lack of food seems to manifest itself in the worst way with me) Fortunately, I succeeded and finished the day, reflecting on the past year and centering myself for the upcoming year.
Now, as the schedule would typically have it, today was pizza day! SOOO, as promised, here is my photo-journalistic approach to our pizza night. ENJOY!:
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| Pizza Time! |
Oh, and as a side note, i broke the fast with one of my favorite Tuscan soups called Ribollita and a BIG JUICY hamburger on a brioche bun (THAT I MADE!!). Just for some fun, here's a picture of the burger, and a few to describe the last few days as well:
Justin + Hamburger = Delicious!
Creme Brulee lesson time!
Oh Davide, found glass bottles almost always spell trouble
Ciao ragazzi!!
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Happy New Year!!
L'Shana Tova!!
It's now 5769, and it's definitely time to kick off a new year. This past week was unusually taxing, demanding much more time and energy than a typical group. From wandering eyes to constant coversation, it was especially difficult to maintain each and everyone of their attention spans. As such, i'm a bit drained mentally and hoping for something bit lower key for the next week or so to recouperate. This experience has certainly given me a ton more repect for my old professors and I've gotta say, I'm sure I wasn't the easiest to teach either.
So, to them I say a very heartfelt thank you. Your styles have all rubbed off on me, and taught me that it's through your methods of cheesily joking with classes, imparting as much usable knowledge as possible, and always trying to go the extra mile for a student that have really made this experience great.
On that note, one of the most recent student concerns has been bread baking. SOOOO, i took it upon myself to attempt my own lean dough here. (Lean dough = Flour, Water, Yeast, Salt) That being said, the endeavor went pretty well. Originally i wanted to use our brick oven, but it turned out to be so insanely hot that it charred the outside of one of the Baguettes before it could cook all the way through. I then baked the rest in our convection oven and got some pretty good results.
Proofed Baguette Dough
(ready to bake)
Baked Lean Dough
The crumb was ok (kinda tight, but i'm sure that's splitting hairs for a lot of people), and the crust was about the same. (definitely could use some moisture in the initial 5-8 minutes of baking) I'm sure i'll try adding some boiling water in the bottom of the oven next time to provide some basic steam and allow the crust to expand and take on a much thinner, darker crust.
Until next time, the grapes are 'bout ready to harvest so i'm goin to go pick some to nibble on before they're all gone....
CIAO!!!
It's now 5769, and it's definitely time to kick off a new year. This past week was unusually taxing, demanding much more time and energy than a typical group. From wandering eyes to constant coversation, it was especially difficult to maintain each and everyone of their attention spans. As such, i'm a bit drained mentally and hoping for something bit lower key for the next week or so to recouperate. This experience has certainly given me a ton more repect for my old professors and I've gotta say, I'm sure I wasn't the easiest to teach either.
So, to them I say a very heartfelt thank you. Your styles have all rubbed off on me, and taught me that it's through your methods of cheesily joking with classes, imparting as much usable knowledge as possible, and always trying to go the extra mile for a student that have really made this experience great.
On that note, one of the most recent student concerns has been bread baking. SOOOO, i took it upon myself to attempt my own lean dough here. (Lean dough = Flour, Water, Yeast, Salt) That being said, the endeavor went pretty well. Originally i wanted to use our brick oven, but it turned out to be so insanely hot that it charred the outside of one of the Baguettes before it could cook all the way through. I then baked the rest in our convection oven and got some pretty good results.
Proofed Baguette Dough
(ready to bake)
Baked Lean Dough
The crumb was ok (kinda tight, but i'm sure that's splitting hairs for a lot of people), and the crust was about the same. (definitely could use some moisture in the initial 5-8 minutes of baking) I'm sure i'll try adding some boiling water in the bottom of the oven next time to provide some basic steam and allow the crust to expand and take on a much thinner, darker crust.
Until next time, the grapes are 'bout ready to harvest so i'm goin to go pick some to nibble on before they're all gone....
CIAO!!!
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Pasta Carbonara
Hot Pasta + Diced Prosciutto+ Raw Eggs + Parmigiano Reggiano + Black Pepper = DELICIOUS!
Honestly, there are few things on the planet more enticing than a freshly made plate of Pasta Carbonara. To make the fantastic pasta, one starts with diced Prosciutto in a saute pan and cooks it until it begins to pop. Deglaze with white wine and cook until the wine is fully reduced and the only liquid in the pan is the fat from the Prosciutto. In a separate bowl, combine raw eggs, shredded Parmigiano Reggiano, Black Pepper, and a tiny splash of cream. (season INTENSELY with the black pepper) Once the pasta is 90% cooked, transfer it to a large bowl and add the hot Prosciutto directly from the saute pan. Finally, stream in the egg mixture while stirring vigorously and serve immediately.
Sounds crazy eh?? Well, take my word for it, it's one of Italy's best pastas!!!
And now... the PICS!
Honestly, there are few things on the planet more enticing than a freshly made plate of Pasta Carbonara. To make the fantastic pasta, one starts with diced Prosciutto in a saute pan and cooks it until it begins to pop. Deglaze with white wine and cook until the wine is fully reduced and the only liquid in the pan is the fat from the Prosciutto. In a separate bowl, combine raw eggs, shredded Parmigiano Reggiano, Black Pepper, and a tiny splash of cream. (season INTENSELY with the black pepper) Once the pasta is 90% cooked, transfer it to a large bowl and add the hot Prosciutto directly from the saute pan. Finally, stream in the egg mixture while stirring vigorously and serve immediately.
Sounds crazy eh?? Well, take my word for it, it's one of Italy's best pastas!!!
And now... the PICS!
Weekly Schedule
It has recently occured to me that in four (cumulative) months of being in Italy i have yet to describe to you all what a typical week's menu contains. Mind you, these are a mix of items we produce with students and for students. Typically it's the lunch item that we teach and the dinner item we prepare. However, thursdays are done in reverse with the lunch item prepared ahead and the dinner formulated side by side with students.
So, without further adue, main items are regular text and the dessert is enclosed within brackets: (oh, and "Free Choice" = Whatever I want to make)
Sunday:(students arrive)
Lunch: Tuscan Antipasti Plate, Seasonal Soup[Local Fruit]
Dinner: First dinner with the students [Free Choice]
Monday:
Lunch: Fennel Gratin, Fresh Tagliatelle with seasonal sauce [Gelato of chosen flavor]
Dinner: Pasta, Seasonal Protein with Salad or vegetable side [Free Choice]
Tuesday:
Lunch: [Pasta Frolla Ricotta Tarts]
Dinner: Fish Antipasti plate, Seasonal Soup, Pasta, Fish-based Main, [Panna Cotta of chosen flavor]
Wednesday:
Lunch: 6 Color Ravioli, Gnocci 2 ways: A La Romana & Potato [Sorbet]
Dinner: Pasta, Seasonal Protein with Salad or vegetable side [Crème Brulee]
Thursday:
Lunch: Buffet of Tuscan Antipasti & Protein in finger-food form [Local Fruit / Free Choice]
Dinner: Pizza: Speck & Mascarpone, Stracchino & Salsiccia, Margerita, [Cantucci => What we know as "Biscotti", but that's a misnomer]
Friday:
Lunch: Fritatta Salad & seasonal Risotto [Chocolate Tasting]
Dinner: Pasta, Seasonal Protein with Salad or vegetable side [Tiramisu]
Whew, now that THAT's out of the way, I've decided that a great idea for a project'd be a series of photos based on the progression of each evening.
Stay tuned for pics!!
CIAO!
So, without further adue, main items are regular text and the dessert is enclosed within brackets: (oh, and "Free Choice" = Whatever I want to make)
Sunday:(students arrive)
Lunch: Tuscan Antipasti Plate, Seasonal Soup[Local Fruit]
Dinner: First dinner with the students [Free Choice]
Monday:
Lunch: Fennel Gratin, Fresh Tagliatelle with seasonal sauce [Gelato of chosen flavor]
Dinner: Pasta, Seasonal Protein with Salad or vegetable side [Free Choice]
Tuesday:
Lunch: [Pasta Frolla Ricotta Tarts]
Dinner: Fish Antipasti plate, Seasonal Soup, Pasta, Fish-based Main, [Panna Cotta of chosen flavor]
Wednesday:
Lunch: 6 Color Ravioli, Gnocci 2 ways: A La Romana & Potato [Sorbet]
Dinner: Pasta, Seasonal Protein with Salad or vegetable side [Crème Brulee]
Thursday:
Lunch: Buffet of Tuscan Antipasti & Protein in finger-food form [Local Fruit / Free Choice]
Dinner: Pizza: Speck & Mascarpone, Stracchino & Salsiccia, Margerita, [Cantucci => What we know as "Biscotti", but that's a misnomer]
Friday:
Lunch: Fritatta Salad & seasonal Risotto [Chocolate Tasting]
Dinner: Pasta, Seasonal Protein with Salad or vegetable side [Tiramisu]
Whew, now that THAT's out of the way, I've decided that a great idea for a project'd be a series of photos based on the progression of each evening.
Stay tuned for pics!!
CIAO!
Monday, September 15, 2008
Sunday, September 14, 2008
whew... finally!
Ok, for those of you who have never lived overseas I can only say that a garaunteed, low-maintenance internet connection is a luxury atypical to many many parts of the world. That being said. I, and my new camera, are finally online. hah!
It's been about two weeks since I've posted last and since then we've jumped right back into teaching classes.
We've already gone through two rounds of students, and I can say with much ease that it's good to be back. Every day i'm reminded of some of the pleasures i've gotten to enjoy here that i've forgotten about while at home. (Mainly food & wine that is...) The summer season is winding down here but some of the days still find themselves well into the 90F range. The pool has become an excellent mid-day diversion to the heat, and I'm glad that my coworkers share my desire to minimize working through the day's most brutal hours. (Oh, and just to clarify, the Italian lifestyle pretty much dictates that everyone have the mid-day hours off. Working through what we would consider the "lunch hours" at home is a completely foreign concept here.)
Other than the usual "work-reorientation" jazz, i'm happy to say that this time of year is a pretty great time to see Italy again. The summer vegetables are just finishing their growing season, and the jewels of the fall are just starting to roll in.
--mmm, summer to fall --> 
Tomato Porcini!
As such, we've started incorporating things like the classic Roast of Veal with a Porcini Marsala sauce. Now, let me be 100% honest when i say I distinctly dislike Marsala. I think the smell of a freshly opened bottle is one of the few on Earth that makes my stomach go from calm to "spin cycle." HOWEVER, the combination of such sweet, earthy mushrooms with the full-flavored Veal roast was something other-worldly. (heh. If I could press a Veal cut against my screen hard enough that you could smell it too!)
Needless to say, it was damn good.
Oh, and the wine... yowza! Since the start of the season, a lot of the old-standby's from last season have disappeared. Fortunately they've been replaced with such wonderful bottles as a Barbera Sant'Agata from Peidmont that was so strong up front, and so full of fruit on the finish that I was instantly taken by it... oh, and not to forget my go-to-"oh man it's good" wine the "Etrusco" by Cennatoio vineyards. wow-wee-wee-wow that's good wine!
Anywho, i'll be collecting a few good bottles to bring home so maybe you'll be lucky enough to try one too!
Ciao, e c'e vediamo doppo!
It's been about two weeks since I've posted last and since then we've jumped right back into teaching classes.
We've already gone through two rounds of students, and I can say with much ease that it's good to be back. Every day i'm reminded of some of the pleasures i've gotten to enjoy here that i've forgotten about while at home. (Mainly food & wine that is...) The summer season is winding down here but some of the days still find themselves well into the 90F range. The pool has become an excellent mid-day diversion to the heat, and I'm glad that my coworkers share my desire to minimize working through the day's most brutal hours. (Oh, and just to clarify, the Italian lifestyle pretty much dictates that everyone have the mid-day hours off. Working through what we would consider the "lunch hours" at home is a completely foreign concept here.)
Other than the usual "work-reorientation" jazz, i'm happy to say that this time of year is a pretty great time to see Italy again. The summer vegetables are just finishing their growing season, and the jewels of the fall are just starting to roll in.
--mmm, summer to fall --> 
Tomato Porcini!
As such, we've started incorporating things like the classic Roast of Veal with a Porcini Marsala sauce. Now, let me be 100% honest when i say I distinctly dislike Marsala. I think the smell of a freshly opened bottle is one of the few on Earth that makes my stomach go from calm to "spin cycle." HOWEVER, the combination of such sweet, earthy mushrooms with the full-flavored Veal roast was something other-worldly. (heh. If I could press a Veal cut against my screen hard enough that you could smell it too!)
Needless to say, it was damn good.
Oh, and the wine... yowza! Since the start of the season, a lot of the old-standby's from last season have disappeared. Fortunately they've been replaced with such wonderful bottles as a Barbera Sant'Agata from Peidmont that was so strong up front, and so full of fruit on the finish that I was instantly taken by it... oh, and not to forget my go-to-"oh man it's good" wine the "Etrusco" by Cennatoio vineyards. wow-wee-wee-wow that's good wine!
Anywho, i'll be collecting a few good bottles to bring home so maybe you'll be lucky enough to try one too!
Ciao, e c'e vediamo doppo!
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
Gettin Settled...
Hey guys,
Just wanted to let ya know i've finally got myself back to my house in Tuscany. =) I'm re-acclimating to life here and so far things are great. I'll be taking my camera with me to the kitchen today so hopefully I can grab some cool candids to post. Until then, take care.
Oh, and i've finally downloaded Skype so use my email if you wanna try and catch me.
CIAO!!
(ok, this picture is HUGE, 1' x 7.5' when printed, but it's kinda cool. It's the view from the hotel where I stayed before finally moving back into our usual house)
Just wanted to let ya know i've finally got myself back to my house in Tuscany. =) I'm re-acclimating to life here and so far things are great. I'll be taking my camera with me to the kitchen today so hopefully I can grab some cool candids to post. Until then, take care.
Oh, and i've finally downloaded Skype so use my email if you wanna try and catch me.
CIAO!!
(ok, this picture is HUGE, 1' x 7.5' when printed, but it's kinda cool. It's the view from the hotel where I stayed before finally moving back into our usual house)
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
I'm Audi 5000
That's right kids.... today's the big day!
I'm goin BACK TO ITALY!
Barring any natural disasters (read: inexplicably delayed flights, godzilla attacks... etc) I should be arriving in Pisa tomorrow, starting the Italian Adventure 2.0. I may be out for a bit but drop ya a line once I'm back online.
CIAO!
I'm goin BACK TO ITALY!
Barring any natural disasters (read: inexplicably delayed flights, godzilla attacks... etc) I should be arriving in Pisa tomorrow, starting the Italian Adventure 2.0. I may be out for a bit but drop ya a line once I'm back online.
CIAO!
Thursday, August 21, 2008
SLR = three letters that mean happy!
Oh yes, that's right.... I've recently upgraded my camera from a Canon SD630 (a throw-in-your-pocket "point and shoot") to a fantastically capable Rebel XSi.
These are just a few of the test shots I've been messin' with since tearing open the box. I'm sure as I learn more about each of the cameras 1 zillion modes (Yes, canon uses approximately 1 ZILLION modes on all their cool cameras) they'll get better and better!
Brownie & Lemon Mousse
These are just a few of the test shots I've been messin' with since tearing open the box. I'm sure as I learn more about each of the cameras 1 zillion modes (Yes, canon uses approximately 1 ZILLION modes on all their cool cameras) they'll get better and better!
Brownie & Lemon Mousse
Backyard Tomatoes
Dad
Dad & I
...man i love this thing!
Saturday, August 9, 2008
uncomposed thoughts...
It's been a few weeks since i've gotten home from Italy and frankly, it's been a whirlwind. NYC was everything i've drempt about while I was abroad, seeing old friends, visiting school again... it all reminded me of the places I miss the most. The city made me feel like I never left home, and it genuinely pushed me to start thinking about the next steps.
Since i've started this journey there have been so many unexpected opportunities. Considering that, I really have no idea on how I could possibly plan anything beyond the day's agenda. I suppose what I mean is that my life feels as though it's become an improv scene; the overlying plotline has been set, but the incidentals of how I actually get there are totally pliable. I suppose the shortlist of plot points is as such:
1) go to culinary school
2) seek out unusual experiences that challenge my culinary life
3) train under someone that has truly mastered the art of chocolate, sugar, dough, and the plated dessert
4) rise through the ranks and take a leadership position as a result of that mentor
5) pave my own way in the business (or businesses) of my own concept
6) take on my own protege
That said, i've booked my next flight to Europe. Soon i'll be in Tuscany again, learning Italian, educating tourists, eating all the Italian food I can get my hands on, and seeking out more of those "unusual experiences" i've been looking for to better position myself for step 3.
Still though, i can help but wonder what that next step'll be... and more so, what that next step'll entail. I suppose things have been in flux long enough that i'd love something stable.... Something where I can sink my teeth into the position long enough to make a mark without worrying about Visas, plane tickets, previous obligations and such.
Oy.... I know it's on the horizon... i'm just so damn impatient!!!
Since i've started this journey there have been so many unexpected opportunities. Considering that, I really have no idea on how I could possibly plan anything beyond the day's agenda. I suppose what I mean is that my life feels as though it's become an improv scene; the overlying plotline has been set, but the incidentals of how I actually get there are totally pliable. I suppose the shortlist of plot points is as such:
1) go to culinary school
2) seek out unusual experiences that challenge my culinary life
3) train under someone that has truly mastered the art of chocolate, sugar, dough, and the plated dessert
4) rise through the ranks and take a leadership position as a result of that mentor
5) pave my own way in the business (or businesses) of my own concept
6) take on my own protege
That said, i've booked my next flight to Europe. Soon i'll be in Tuscany again, learning Italian, educating tourists, eating all the Italian food I can get my hands on, and seeking out more of those "unusual experiences" i've been looking for to better position myself for step 3.
Still though, i can help but wonder what that next step'll be... and more so, what that next step'll entail. I suppose things have been in flux long enough that i'd love something stable.... Something where I can sink my teeth into the position long enough to make a mark without worrying about Visas, plane tickets, previous obligations and such.
Oy.... I know it's on the horizon... i'm just so damn impatient!!!
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
...Part III: Florida, or as the kids call it, Flo Rida
OK OK, i get it. It's a lot.... but trust me, I know. I lived it!
Ok, so after finally gettin home to the states it was "pack up your bags" once again, "we're off to Florida!"
Yessir, it was time for my cousin's wedding.... BUT, before we get to that, a great friend of mine moved down to Florida after culinary school and is living in a city on the West coast of the peninsula on essentially the same lattitude as Miami. SO, what a better excuse to go visit then a wedding only an hour and a half from his house right??? My thoughts exactly!!
Soooo, with a little help from my boy Dan, I got to Florida a little early (for the wedding) and made my way to his (new) hometown, Naples. There, Dan, his brother Aaron (who definately gets a shout out as well), and I tore up the town, had a GREAT time, and ate some fantastic food. As per the usual, when u visit a friend who's a chef there's pretty much two things you've gotta do:
1) Visit his / her restuarant & 2) Cook a meal with him / her
Fortunately we took care of both, having a excellent array of everything his restaurant (Chop City Grille, http://www.chopscitygrill.com/) had to offer, and whippin up a great meal of potatoes, green beans, and pork chops complimented with a spiced apple chutney (he didn't call it that and i know he's gunna kick my ass for saying "chutney" instead of his classification...haha) that really sang. Fortunately, a new hobby of mine (thank you blog!) has become food photography so feel free to paroose the pics below for a better spread of what the meal looked like.
As one could imagine, it was great chillin with Dan & Aaron, i really missed those guys while I was away.
For some reason, my new obsession has become taking macro shots of food with the person preparing it in the background out of focus... so here's dan with the super-macro Potato, and a shot of him plating the dish in it's final form.
Ok, so after finally gettin home to the states it was "pack up your bags" once again, "we're off to Florida!"
Yessir, it was time for my cousin's wedding.... BUT, before we get to that, a great friend of mine moved down to Florida after culinary school and is living in a city on the West coast of the peninsula on essentially the same lattitude as Miami. SO, what a better excuse to go visit then a wedding only an hour and a half from his house right??? My thoughts exactly!!
Soooo, with a little help from my boy Dan, I got to Florida a little early (for the wedding) and made my way to his (new) hometown, Naples. There, Dan, his brother Aaron (who definately gets a shout out as well), and I tore up the town, had a GREAT time, and ate some fantastic food. As per the usual, when u visit a friend who's a chef there's pretty much two things you've gotta do:
1) Visit his / her restuarant & 2) Cook a meal with him / her
Fortunately we took care of both, having a excellent array of everything his restaurant (Chop City Grille, http://www.chopscitygrill.com/) had to offer, and whippin up a great meal of potatoes, green beans, and pork chops complimented with a spiced apple chutney (he didn't call it that and i know he's gunna kick my ass for saying "chutney" instead of his classification...haha) that really sang. Fortunately, a new hobby of mine (thank you blog!) has become food photography so feel free to paroose the pics below for a better spread of what the meal looked like.
As one could imagine, it was great chillin with Dan & Aaron, i really missed those guys while I was away.
For some reason, my new obsession has become taking macro shots of food with the person preparing it in the background out of focus... so here's dan with the super-macro Potato, and a shot of him plating the dish in it's final form.
Finally, the finished plate, and an action shot of Dan sprinting down the line shot along the bar at his restaurant.
Nice work kiddo. =)
Anywho, at the end of that same week, Dan, Aaron, and I jumped in the car & drove to Miami to meet up with my family for the wedding. Much to our surprise, when we arrived in Miami (at 1:30 am) there was actually a pretty sick lineup of DJ's in town so we jet over to Park West and got a chance to see Boris spin there 'til about 4:30 in the morning. At that point, my sister (rightfully so) pulled the plug and suggested we get some rest before the "big day tomorrow." We all crashed in our hotel room, and the next morning my parents woke us nice and early for a pretty cool surprise. "Strap on your baithing suits, we're goin PARA-SAILING!"
hahahaha, I'm still waitin on some pics from my mom, but suffice it to say, Para-sailing was amazing. We each flew alone (with the exception of my sister and dad), and the experience was amazing. The boat must've pulled us at least 15 stories high when we were at full tilt. I sware, there was a point where my parachute caught enough of an updraft to take me slightly higher than all the South Beach hotels and the whole city of Miami just seemed to open up in my view. It was truly breathtaking.
That night, we took my sister to an awesome dinner at a Latin restaurant called Cacao. It served some great food, but was hardly the notion on my mind as my mom, dad, sis, and I had finally got to have dinner as a family for the first time in what seemed like a LONG time. After dinner, it was layin low 'til about midnight where we heard that Hernan Catanea was spinnig at Mansion. SO, like any body else would've done, it was "get dressed, we're goin out!"
Long story short, Mansion was sick. Myself, Dan, Aaron, and a bunch of their friends (guys & girls) had a great time and ended the night like any good South Beach local would... with cuban sandwiches from Dave's Cafe. Oh man, i DEFINITELY forgot how much i love those damn things. =)
The next day was my cousin's wedding, and like any family function, it was a madhouse. All in all the ceremony was beautiful, my cousin and her new husband looked extatic, and the party went off without a hitch.
Before finally heading home to Baltimore, my family made a quick stop in Del Ray Beach to spend the night with my Grandpa, then it was back on the plane home.
In the last few weeks i've done a LOT of travelling, and i'm ready for a break....
Oh, and did I mention that my (Italian) boss asked me to come back to Italy in August for another few months.
TIME TO START PACKING!!!! =)
...Part II: The transition home...
After returning from Rome, It was only a mere three days of work before I bid farewell to my home in Tuscany and boarded my plane for home.
After reaching my layover city, London, I realized how incredibly stupid I was to think I'd score a hotel room as I had arrived in the MIDDLE of the Wimbleton tournament. Local hotels had SKYROCKETED in price to nearly $300 / night, and frankly, that's just too damn much money for this poor kid. So... like any travelling student, I found myself a semi-comfy looking chair, stacked my luggage around me like a four-year old's fort, and tried to get some rest. The next thing I know, i'm being harassed by a ticket agent at 4 in the morning yammering on about something to do with me not being where i'm supposed to. So, groggy as hell, I paced around the airport, wheeling my suitcases up and down the concourse. After a good 20 minutes of pacing, i settled down at the 24 hr Starbucks, had myself a latte, and found a chair suitable for at least a good hour's rest. By that time, I was a bit wound up so I threw on my iPod, watched the entirety of "No Country for Old Men", a few Family Guy's and slipped right into the unconscious unknown.
FINALLY, after getting up, spending a few hours wheeling around, getting magazines, and entertaining myself any way I possibly could, it was time to check my luggage in. Everything went without a hitch... despite my two bottles of grappa, truffle paste, and miriad of gifts i was bringing home to my family, i made it through security!
7 Hrs later I finally landed in Baltimore and was extremely glad to see my family. Again, security was reasonably cool with me, and provided no major hassles.
After a good two days of sleeping ( / resetting my internal clock) I got myself back on my feet and gave my family their gifts. Everyone seemed pretty appreciative, which definitely made me happy since I spent a LONG time and a lot of thought on each one.
A few days of story-telling, picture-showing, and lots and lots of cooking I had finally settled, and began packing my bags for my cousin's wedding in Florida....
Oy, on to part III =)
After reaching my layover city, London, I realized how incredibly stupid I was to think I'd score a hotel room as I had arrived in the MIDDLE of the Wimbleton tournament. Local hotels had SKYROCKETED in price to nearly $300 / night, and frankly, that's just too damn much money for this poor kid. So... like any travelling student, I found myself a semi-comfy looking chair, stacked my luggage around me like a four-year old's fort, and tried to get some rest. The next thing I know, i'm being harassed by a ticket agent at 4 in the morning yammering on about something to do with me not being where i'm supposed to. So, groggy as hell, I paced around the airport, wheeling my suitcases up and down the concourse. After a good 20 minutes of pacing, i settled down at the 24 hr Starbucks, had myself a latte, and found a chair suitable for at least a good hour's rest. By that time, I was a bit wound up so I threw on my iPod, watched the entirety of "No Country for Old Men", a few Family Guy's and slipped right into the unconscious unknown.
FINALLY, after getting up, spending a few hours wheeling around, getting magazines, and entertaining myself any way I possibly could, it was time to check my luggage in. Everything went without a hitch... despite my two bottles of grappa, truffle paste, and miriad of gifts i was bringing home to my family, i made it through security!
7 Hrs later I finally landed in Baltimore and was extremely glad to see my family. Again, security was reasonably cool with me, and provided no major hassles.
After a good two days of sleeping ( / resetting my internal clock) I got myself back on my feet and gave my family their gifts. Everyone seemed pretty appreciative, which definitely made me happy since I spent a LONG time and a lot of thought on each one.
A few days of story-telling, picture-showing, and lots and lots of cooking I had finally settled, and began packing my bags for my cousin's wedding in Florida....
Oy, on to part III =)
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
One LOOONG Month.... part 1
Firstly, I'd like to apologize for not updating the blog until now. I can assure you it's been a hell of a month. (Since we last spoke, I've been in Tuscany, Rome, Pisa, London, Baltimore, Miami, Naples (Florida), Del Ray Beach, and finally, back to Baltimore) Secondly, I'd like to thank everyone who's kept up with me during my time abroad. I've really been amazed at the spread of people that read this page. It's been an enormous pleasure keeping you all updated with my life, and more than anything else I do it to maintain the connections that matter to me most. I find that there are more people that I'd like to stay in contact with than i could possibly write to on a daily basis, and so I hope you'll take this outlet as my way of telling my side of the story. As more time passes however, I'd really like to know what YOU all are doing. How YOU all have been, and with any luck, when we can finally get together again.
Anywho, without further adue, here's the short version of what my last month has encompased:
Since we've last spoken, my friend Ali and I were joined by my best friend Frank in Tuscany. Frank LOVES to cook so it wasn't long before he was up to speed and helping us whip up prep for lessons, lunch, and dinner for the now FULL classes. We ran through the normal schedule for a few days, and that thursday (June 19th) Frank, Ali, and I rented a car and took off for an old college friend (and frathernity brother) Simone's wedding in Rome. I must say, it was very generous of Simone and his new bride Maite to invite the three of us since it was indeed a "destination wedding" and (as i've learned) they can be QUITE expensive to organize and orchestrate. Anywho, it was great seein so many old faces and it was really amazing to get to connect with them again so far from home.
Simone & Maite
Al & I Cutting the cake
Anywho, without further adue, here's the short version of what my last month has encompased:
Since we've last spoken, my friend Ali and I were joined by my best friend Frank in Tuscany. Frank LOVES to cook so it wasn't long before he was up to speed and helping us whip up prep for lessons, lunch, and dinner for the now FULL classes. We ran through the normal schedule for a few days, and that thursday (June 19th) Frank, Ali, and I rented a car and took off for an old college friend (and frathernity brother) Simone's wedding in Rome. I must say, it was very generous of Simone and his new bride Maite to invite the three of us since it was indeed a "destination wedding" and (as i've learned) they can be QUITE expensive to organize and orchestrate. Anywho, it was great seein so many old faces and it was really amazing to get to connect with them again so far from home.
Simone & Maite
Al & I Cutting the cake
Phi Kaps... Italian-style
Sunday, June 15, 2008
No sleep 'til Roma!!
CIAO regazzi!!
As some of you may know, i've been joined by an old friend here in Tuscany. His name's Ali and he and I went to college together a few years ago. Since college, he's bounced all around the US but currently lives in San Francisco. He (and soon many other college friends) made the trip out here for a mutual friend's wedding. Fortunately however, he decided to give himself a good 10 days of relaxing in Italy straddling the wedding. SOOOOO, of course (to make the most of his trip) we met here in my little town, rented a car, and hit the road....
On his first day, we explored the area immediately surrounding my small town. Shortly after, we hit the weekend and decided to make the most of it by driving a bit farther. After some intense decision making (we practically flipped a coin) we opted to drive to San Gimignano (in the heart of the Chianti Region) for the day.
After getting there, we had a fantastic time, saw some beautiful scenery, and decided that we should take a few hour detour in Volterra before we finally made our way back home. NOW, I should say that it's been great having him here, but to be perfectly honest i've barely slept, ate like a pig, and drank enough to kill a small elephant!! Of course i wouldn't change it for the world and I'll defiantely attest to the wonders of Wild Boar and Fennel Sausage (Salsissca di Cingale e Finoccio) , Farrow Soup (Zuppa di Farro), and all the other fantastic Tuscan delicacies. =) [Case in point: It's currently 2 am here. We've just polished off our 2nd bottle of wine for the evening, and after staying up until 4:30 am last night, i'm ready to do a faceplant into the keyboard!]
Here are some pics from our last adventure:
Josh & Al - San Gimignano
Farrow Soup & a fantastic view from the drive down
Oy I need sleep....
BUONA NOTTE! =P
As some of you may know, i've been joined by an old friend here in Tuscany. His name's Ali and he and I went to college together a few years ago. Since college, he's bounced all around the US but currently lives in San Francisco. He (and soon many other college friends) made the trip out here for a mutual friend's wedding. Fortunately however, he decided to give himself a good 10 days of relaxing in Italy straddling the wedding. SOOOOO, of course (to make the most of his trip) we met here in my little town, rented a car, and hit the road....
On his first day, we explored the area immediately surrounding my small town. Shortly after, we hit the weekend and decided to make the most of it by driving a bit farther. After some intense decision making (we practically flipped a coin) we opted to drive to San Gimignano (in the heart of the Chianti Region) for the day.
After getting there, we had a fantastic time, saw some beautiful scenery, and decided that we should take a few hour detour in Volterra before we finally made our way back home. NOW, I should say that it's been great having him here, but to be perfectly honest i've barely slept, ate like a pig, and drank enough to kill a small elephant!! Of course i wouldn't change it for the world and I'll defiantely attest to the wonders of Wild Boar and Fennel Sausage (Salsissca di Cingale e Finoccio) , Farrow Soup (Zuppa di Farro), and all the other fantastic Tuscan delicacies. =) [Case in point: It's currently 2 am here. We've just polished off our 2nd bottle of wine for the evening, and after staying up until 4:30 am last night, i'm ready to do a faceplant into the keyboard!]
Here are some pics from our last adventure:
Josh & Al - San Gimignano
Farrow Soup & a fantastic view from the drive down
Oy I need sleep....
BUONA NOTTE! =P
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