Sunday, January 29, 2012

I love me some fried chicken....

Living in Italy definitely has its perks and obviously so, Italian food is one of them. But I don't think any non-native Italian living here can deny the cravings we can get for anything other than Italian food. During the last 4 months here in Terni, the only "different" foods I could find were; mediocre Chinese (serving bits of fried seaweed as an appetizer...seriously?), kebabs, and McDonald's....until last weekend.

I was strolling around the centre with my friend Samantha when we happened to walk by this newly opened place that had a huge sign outside with pictures of....FRIED CHICKEN. I feel slightly ashamed to be admitting this, but I was so ecstatic I almost pee'd myself. Samantha looked at me like I was a crazy person, especially since she told me she has never tasted it. She's NEVER had fried chicken before. I immediately went into the restaurant and got myself a flyer. I was so pleased to find that not only did they have fried chicken, but they also had tandoori chicken wings, spicy chicken burgers, and onion rings! I felt guilty to be so excited at the sight of all this fast, fried food, but it was uncontrollable.

So last Sunday evening, I was conveniently "not in the mood to cook". I took out my handy flyer and passed it to Emanuele. I was once again surprised to hear another person say, "I've never tried fried chicken", but he was up for it. Hells yeah! I know, I know. Fried chicken doesn't really do a body good, but when you live far far away from home and you need something other than pizza, roasted chicken, veal cutlets, wild boar, artichokes, bruschetta, etc, etc, then.....

.....THE CHICKEN HUT is where it's at. Well, at least it is for me. For now.

Via Porta S Giovanni, Terni, 05100

ps. The spicy chicken wings did not disappoint.
xoT

Thursday, January 26, 2012

A morning in Rome

Three hours in Rome yesterday to get some documents at the Embassy was definitely too short. But not too short to stroll past Piazza di Spagna (Spanish Steps) and share one small kiss with my man. Corny? Nope...just "Italian".



xoT

Thursday, January 5, 2012

Winter in Terni

If winter in Terni means throwing on a coat, grabbing your girls and sippin' some wine outside while people watching on the patio on a Tuesday night in January (yeah, you heard me my Canadian buddies back home...OUTSIDE).....then I am all for it. Snow & ice? Don't miss em one bit.


xoT

Wednesday, January 4, 2012

Capodanno!

Happy New Year people! So it's 2012, holy crap time flies doesn't it? When I sit here and reflect on the last year, so much has happened. I wasn't even sure what to post about today since it's been so long, so I'll just start with the obvious....my first Italian New Year's Eve --or as they call it "capodanno". Capodanno is really the first of the new year, however it's commonly used to talk about what everyone is doing at midnight on December 31st.

Prior to my first capodanno in Terni, I was a little worried that our friends would want to get all dolled up and hit a club, but hallelujah, everyone wanted to avoid the crowds and overpriced entrance fees. So we did capodanno Ternano style --headed up the mountain to a house in the country! 15 people, wine, meats for grilling in the fireplace, wine, games, wine and fireworks...oh wait, and wine. I don't even know how I laughed so much only understanding less than half of the conversations going on that night, but I did. Maybe it had something to do with my adult friends playing hide and seek, or 10 of us doing the mambo train all throughout the house (including the bathroom)? It was the best way to end the year and the perfect way to kick off a new one here in Italia.

SALUTE!

first course, out of a gajillion!


AUGURI!!!
midnight snack
(sausage bruschetta cooked in the fire....
....and yes, that's Italian "Scattegories"!)



My first New Year's day without a winter coat!




dishwashing, country style
more sausage bruschetta







traditional midnight meal, lentils and pork

All I gotta say is, I have no clue how these Italian girls stay so damn thin when they eat like champs. Power to them.

Until next time!
xoT
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