Missing our Italian friends and food, and knowing that imitation is the best form of flattery, Len and I headed to the market (as in “specialty” supermarket) last Saturday morning. What started out as a pizza dinner for seven slowly transformed into a bit more, but who was counting courses. All present had been to Italy with us sometime in the past several years, so it was a good reason to share a meal and wonderful memories.
It was too cold (in July?) to enjoy the beautiful geraniums on our deck,
so we moved inside to eat:
And eat we did!
From my garden, I made homemade pesto:
and tomato bruschette: (homemade but not from my garden!)
All served with toasted garlic-rubbed Italian bread rounds.
Then some freshly sliced Italian salumi and cheeses:
And a perfect melon!
Plus eggplant alla Judy:
All accompanied by Prosecco, our new primo tradition.
For the next course, it was time for Len to take over in the kitchen and perform his pizza magic. He made the dough the night before…only slow rise, of course!
After reaching room temperature, he gently rolled each pizza:
Topped each per request:
And cooked quickly!
The pizzas were served with grilled veggies:
Italian sausage:
And some great wine!
Feeling like we’re back in Italy…priceless!
Ciao,
Judy
