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I had my first bowl of gazpacho when I was fifteen in Spain, and the impression it made was a lasting one.
Sarsaparilla boiled for one of Sybil's tonics, overpowering the aroma of the roasting meat. Cora
Bagby Hot Springs.
My affection hath an unknown bottom, like the Bay of Portugal.
I make a bomb vaca frita. It's like a flank steak like with the ropa vieja, but it's fried with garlic and lime. And I make a really good picadillo.
E canchis amnia.
Everything from shells.
Bellport. A podium.
Spanish chorizo is a spicy cured sausage that's especially tasty with clams.
Salvator ambulado. (It is solved by walking.)
Pinto bean & spiralized sweet potato quesadilla
Intramuros! The old Manila. The original Manila. The Noble and Ever Loyal City ...
Whoever is not too wise is wise.
[Lat., Quisquis plus justo non sapit, ille sapit.]
Piragua - cold syrup trickled over crushed ice - her favorite treat from her childhood in Viejo San Juan.
See, food I can talk about. I'm Italian, I know the food.
brown-capped porcini, yellow chanterelles, and oysters, every hillside ablaze with multicolored mushrooms, tasty and not nourishing in the slightest.
I keep returning to the combination of artichoke, broad beans and lemon. The freshness of young beans and the lemon juice 'lifts' the artichoke and balances its hearty nature.
mushroom pie stuffed with spinach, thyme, and currants.
...Traduttore, traditore.
My Spanish is limited to burrito and taco,
Q: What do you call a dog with a sombrero? A: El Poocho. Q:
Cherimoya, the most delicious fruit known to men.
designated spot in my bag - or as Roberto calls it, my
I was born in a family of landless peasants, in Azinhaga, a small village in the province of Ribatejo, on the right bank of the Almonda River, around a hundred kilometres north-east of Lisbon.
Portuguese cake-making
Ibiza is very close to my heart.
Rio's a beautiful city, a vibrant place, special place.
In the time of Spanish rule, and for many years afterwards, the town of Sulaco
the luxuriant beauty of the orange gardens bears witness to its antiquity
had never been commercially anything more important than a coasting port with a fairly large local trade in ox-hides and indigo.
the silver pepper of the stars.
Atalanta in Calydon
From no place can you exclude the fates.
[Lat., Nullo fata loco possis excludere.]
I have a restaurant in Milan, and Paper Moon is five minutes away from my hotel, so I always go there for lunch. It's a casual place that serves good salad, pizza and pasta; the space is tight with tables close together, and it feels buzzy. Food comes out fast, too.
The prices are vertiginous. Carlinhos and Wagner take a booth and they talk and dip their wafers of exquisite beef into the sauces but most of the time they keep companionable silence together, as close men do, and find they have communicated everything. Run
Every one of my buildings begins with an Italian journey.
alfresco
the sommelier decants
a red sunset
The pesto and angel hair are warm in the bowl on my lap, the fragrances of olive oil and basil blending the exotic and familiar, equal parts sunny Tuscan hillside and hometown dirt. A meal like this makes you want to live forever, if only for the scent of warm pesto in January.
We are offering to the American public a line of delicious Italian-American foods. They will be available through the Internet, shopping networks and national store distribution.
hot, dirty, and multi-orgasmic kind. "Cavolo,
Am dining at Goldini's Restaurant, Gloucester Road, Kensington. Please come at once and join me there. Bring with you a jemmy, a dark lantern, a chisel, and a revolver. S. H. It was a nice equipment for a respectable citizen to carry through the dim, fog-draped streets.
Well, little old Noisyville-on-the Subway is good enough for me.
THERE CAN BE FEW delights in the world as pleasant as a Siracusan spring. The fragrance of the lemon, orange, apricot, almond and peach blossoms pervade the city, enriched by the moist, salty sea breezes. On
I'm a big salsa fan!
Madrid is what I call home, but also the States.
I realized the best argentine meat was an appendage best served hot, wet, throbbing, & erect.
Hay una estrella mas abierta
que la palabra 'amapola'?
Is there a star more wide open
than the word 'poppy?
I've got two places I like to be. Portugal is one.
Tomorrow night, I'll be in Giovanni Schiaparelli's favorite hole!
My name actually is Francesco Castaluccio.
Open my heart and you will see
Graved inside of it, "Italy".
Venice once was dear,
The pleasant place of all festivity,
The revel of the earth, the masque of Italy.
Mama Ganache chocolate
holy trinity" of Creole cuisine - bell peppers, celery, and onions - while
Blue skies of Barcelona. I took a taxi to the school, where I expected to be
Devo farmi le ossa is how they say it in Italian. I need to make my bones.
I like the Indian casino names - Pechangas - Morongos. They all sound like women's breasts.
Red beans and ricely yours.
My boy, the 'quenelles de sole' were splendid, but the peas were poor. You should shake the pan gently, all the time, like this.
I used to live in Pillgwenlly, and there was this old Italian pizzeria that used to be there with a really amazing character who ran it.
Somewhere squidgy. Your belly, maybe?"
"I can't believe you called my belly 'squidgy.' It's not squidgy, it's pillowy. And sexy!
Positano bites deep. It is a dream place that isn't quite real when you are there and becomes beckoningly real after you have gone.
Clever name by the way Basil Pearl, spicy and cultured, sweet jewels with a twist of savory."
~ Ron Shaw, The Ron Shaw Show
poxy shitweasel,
I have always wanted to go to Trieste because it sounds like tristesse, which is a light-hearted word, even though in French it means sadness. In Spanish it is tristeza, which is heavier than French sadness, more of a groan than a whisper.
I had a very simple life growing up in the farm country outside of Perugia, and biscotti and warm milk with a tiny bit of coffee were a big part of my morning ritual before walking to school.
Salbitxada is a sharp and lightly sweet Catalan sauce that's traditionally served with calcots - spring or salad onions, grilled whole, make a good substitute.
Look at me and tell me if I don't have Brazil in every curve of my body.
Brastias. My friend." Uh-oh, this couldn't be good. "Do you lie to me?"
"Uh ... no."
"See? That's a lie!
For me, there is no better tapa than a really good stuffed olive.
I don't speak Italian, but I do speak Moschino,
I warned you the next time you spread your legs for me, I wouldn't be a gentleman. Did you expect a gentleman, Chelsea?" Rate St. Sebastian
Levante have gone fourth in Serie A. If anyone can tell me what part of Italy Levante is in, please call. I've no idea
I heard Bellona was where it was at. It must be, now. I'm here.
Thou Paradise of exiles, Italy!
The chili-rubbed rib-eye at Porter House New York is one of the best steaks that I've eaten anywhere in the world.
My Becca's home.
Spain- a great whale stranded on the shores of Europe.
panchitos, blacks,
The Caddo Bayou Marina.
Old Fashioned Boston Brown Bread
A crier of green sauce.
In the centre of a spacious table rose a pastry as large as a church, flanked on the north by a quarter of cold veal, on the south by an enormous ham, on the east by a monumental pile of butter, and on the west by an enormous dish of artichokes, with a hot sauce.
A parcel of country boobies
La Closerie, in Ansouis.
Richie Beirach Trio
Some Argentines, without means, do it, People say, in Boston , even beans do it. Let's do it, let's fall in love .
A simple and tasty evening snacks.
town. In the back of his
I want an expresso. Black. But give me the domestic blend. That Turkish crap gives me the runs for a week. - Jenks
Percy pizza with extra olives.
The Rue du Coq d'Or, Paris, seven in the morning.
Hello - what hotel is this - ?
Brazil, here I come. . . . Thanksss, amigo.
This is the sort of situation I enjoy: a game in the San Siro, a huge crowd and a night for big men. Remember, only victory is beautiful.
I don't know where we are, but we'll soon find our way home! Le avventure di Pinocchio
corn maque choux. He
Italian cooking again. The power of the "pinch of death" has
One cold wintry day in London, I was dreaming about salad nicoise - one of my favorites.
Festina lente. Make haste slowly.
If I'm in Italy, I'm going to have a cappuccino and two small brioches and then a mix of orange and grapefruit. I don't drink tea in Italy.
Amarillio, just turn to the left and 500 yards down
Whom has not the inspiring bowl made eloquent?
[Lat., Foecundi calices quem non fecere disertum.]