We’re in Florence. Today’s my birthday. Yesterday we went to the famous gelateria Vivoli. I know I should have tried the cinnamon-orange, but I can’t give up an opportunity to savor one of the nutty flavors I love so much. Yesterday I went for the classic nocciolo—hazelnut. Jack had a puckering cup of limone mixed with fragola (strawberry, but the word always reminds me of “Fraggle Rock”). Jack also got a big kick out of the address of the gelateria, in Isola delle Stinche. Stinky—ha ha ha! (He’s just about five, so that’s the height of humor.)
Last night we took a chance on a restaurant, and it turned out to be an enjoyable meal. The highlights were the antipasto dish of fagioli con bottarga, and the Florentine steak, which my mom, Peter, and I all ordered. It was rubbed with rosemary, grilled rare, sliced thin, and served on a bed of arugula. Perfect.
Pictures will come….
The Roving Locavore 