<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498463880526426350</id><updated>2012-02-16T05:00:31.997-08:00</updated><category term='recipe'/><category term='Review'/><title type='text'>la luna nel piatto</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lalunanelpiatto.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498463880526426350/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lalunanelpiatto.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Francesca Flore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15369372222654807341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498463880526426350.post-7955552872263037409</id><published>2011-01-19T13:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T14:23:51.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She's been away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I know, I haven't posted anything for weeks..... All of my NUMEROUS regulars must have been wondering why...&lt;br /&gt;Well, aside from the usual Christmas hustle and bustle, I had to cater impromptu for a Christmas party for a TV semi-celebrity on Dec 23rd, the ideal time, cook a few odds and ends for a few ladies who are now past cooking their own christmas eve poached fish etc... Run around to find presents, help with the family Xmas lunch and FINALLY get to meet the in-laws!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This involved a rocket speed trip to northern Italy, 6 hours on the train and we were met by snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCdRbu0F84M/TTdTk-Cy0xI/AAAAAAAAABE/LgAOK2XTRpk/s1600/Food+and+new+year+013.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCdRbu0F84M/TTdTk-Cy0xI/AAAAAAAAABE/LgAOK2XTRpk/s320/Food+and+new+year+013.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;and cold....&lt;br /&gt;And WARM, very warm and welcoming, in-laws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boxing day lunch: an array of cold meats and sundry pickles for antipasto, home made casoncelli (or casonsèi), a stuffed pasta with a sweet and savoury filling which has amaretti, raisins, pears and may or may not contain meat, dressed traditionally with a rabbit sauce, i.e the gravy juices from a roasted rabbit, butter and sage. Then roasted rabbit, roast lamb, polenta, NO veggies in sight alas, wine, and later, when we could manage it, panettone with bubbly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I was defeated, undone. No dinner, just a couple of kiwis. The house pet Tommy/ Ciccio, a fierce looking crossbred American/English bulldog, did NOT take to me notwithstanding the common genealogical heritage. He became fiercely jealous and tried to stop me from getting into the bedroom with James by draping himself across the stairs in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCdRbu0F84M/TTdfDbA6DsI/AAAAAAAAABI/HyM2ym2vZMo/s1600/Ciccio.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pCdRbu0F84M/TTdfDbA6DsI/AAAAAAAAABI/HyM2ym2vZMo/s320/Ciccio.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day, a walk in Bergamo alta, beautiful medieval town, perfectly preserved, perfectly freezing. Tonight I ate the last of my bag of pralines from Pasticceria Cavour, on the main drag: a bag of little chocolate balls filled with different liquid liqueurs.... my favourite, or almonds, or hazelnuts. In fact, I've just decided I'll make Vienna almonds tomorrow, although  they will never be as shiny and glossy and as perfectly oval...&amp;nbsp; but who  cares!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon we visited James's broither in law at the beef breeding farm he manages: 600 fuzzy beautiful cows, bulls and calves... so sweet and smelly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was one of them cooked on the open fireplace, I mean a steak from that breeder, sausages and salad. YUM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day mum-in-law made cassoeula especially for me. No, it's not &lt;i&gt;cassoulet&lt;/i&gt;, but it's a hearty wintery stew anyway, made with different bits of pork and melt-in-the-mouth savoy cabbage with a splash of grappa. Really good&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498463880526426350-7955552872263037409?l=lalunanelpiatto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lalunanelpiatto.blogspot.com/feeds/7955552872263037409/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lalunanelpiatto.blogspot.com/2011/01/shes-been-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498463880526426350/posts/default/7955552872263037409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498463880526426350/posts/default/7955552872263037409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lalunanelpiatto.blogspot.com/2011/01/shes-been-away.html' title='She&apos;s been away'/><author><name>Francesca Flore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15369372222654807341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCdRbu0F84M/TTdTk-Cy0xI/AAAAAAAAABE/LgAOK2XTRpk/s72-c/Food+and+new+year+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498463880526426350.post-1193943181215209923</id><published>2011-01-19T13:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T13:05:00.184-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Review'/><title type='text'>This is pizza!</title><content type='html'>This is a long overdue post for all of those who are disappointed with the average quality of available pizzas in restaurants, at least in Rome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was alerted to this pizzeria by my sister, who lives round the corner from it, and just 10 minutes walk fromme, so... do I live 10 minutes round the corner from it too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pizzeria La Fucina&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.pizzerialafucina.it/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;view=frontpage&amp;amp;Itemid=1"&gt;http://www.pizzerialafucina.it/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;view=frontpage&amp;amp;Itemid=1&lt;/a&gt; is hidden away in the Portuense area (Via Giuseppe Lunati 25/31), kind of on a level with San Camillo and Forlanini hospitals, is a great find. Pricey, but you will NOT walk away asking yourself why you had yet another pizza, or regretting the money spent. On average 20 euro per person. Isn't that more or less what we end up spending anyway for an average, if not disappointing, pizza?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCdRbu0F84M/TTdQ-hKKGRI/AAAAAAAAAA4/79Z7aO1lH-c/s1600/Food+and+new+year+002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCdRbu0F84M/TTdQ-hKKGRI/AAAAAAAAAA4/79Z7aO1lH-c/s320/Food+and+new+year+002.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is their philosophy: ONLY pizza. No starters, no salads, no supplì, no bruschetta. Desserts: from Cristalli di Zucchero, in Via di Valtellina. Only organic, semi-wholegrain, stoneground flour. Only designer DOP ingredients, mostly organic. Only one pizza served at a time, per table, sliced, to share. 6 traditionals (margherita, marinara etc), 8 seafood pizzas, 8 'turf' pizzas, and 6 of their 'classics' such as wild alaskan smoked salmon with designer ricotta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCdRbu0F84M/TTdRVsvrW9I/AAAAAAAAAA8/ZnAlHeJaIwQ/s1600/Food+and+new+year+004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCdRbu0F84M/TTdRVsvrW9I/AAAAAAAAAA8/ZnAlHeJaIwQ/s320/Food+and+new+year+004.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;What we had: one margherita, delicious; one&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: maroon;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Melanzane,  zucchine e pomodorini con "Conciato di S. Vittore" e scaglie di soldo  di cacio. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;One beer (wine-size bottle;  wine-size price!) but very good. Although it didn't quite agree with my  pizza, when they met in my little tummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCdRbu0F84M/TTdRxPjfXsI/AAAAAAAAABA/wsKST4cz6Qk/s1600/Food+and+new+year+009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCdRbu0F84M/TTdRxPjfXsI/AAAAAAAAABA/wsKST4cz6Qk/s320/Food+and+new+year+009.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Altogether, we are going to go back, as James said, whenever we 'NEED' pizza.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498463880526426350-1193943181215209923?l=lalunanelpiatto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lalunanelpiatto.blogspot.com/feeds/1193943181215209923/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lalunanelpiatto.blogspot.com/2011/01/this-is-pizza.html#comment-form' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498463880526426350/posts/default/1193943181215209923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498463880526426350/posts/default/1193943181215209923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lalunanelpiatto.blogspot.com/2011/01/this-is-pizza.html' title='This is pizza!'/><author><name>Francesca Flore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15369372222654807341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCdRbu0F84M/TTdQ-hKKGRI/AAAAAAAAAA4/79Z7aO1lH-c/s72-c/Food+and+new+year+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498463880526426350.post-8019069893722781337</id><published>2010-12-06T05:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T11:31:36.937-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A grand day out</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCdRbu0F84M/TP03YoZOI2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/9hU2VH1PPDE/s1600/A+local+hero.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCdRbu0F84M/TP03YoZOI2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/9hU2VH1PPDE/s200/A+local+hero.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A local hero&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;Thursday  I was lucky enough to be invited to an outing organised by  the Italian Chamber of Commerce in conjunction with the Ministry of  Agriculture, Forestry and Food Policies, one of a series of events to  promote certified Italian food products abroad.The  Theme was Etruscan Land, so we visited 3 wineries in the Cerveteri and  Maccarese areas, and had lunch at a local restaurant, during which we  were also offered a tasting of wines from a 4th winery.&amp;nbsp; Altogether, a  lot of wines for someone like me, who drinks on occasion a glass of red!Our   first stop was the Castello di Torre in Pietra, along the Via Aurelia,  the Roman road which goes from Rome to France. One day, I'll just have  to take to it in my car and drive all the way up, to practice my French!The   Torre in Pietra estate is a family owned and family run business and  has been in the same hands for several generations and, incidentally,  one of the family members used to live upstairs from us while I was  growing up. I remember his cattle catalogues coming in the post!&amp;nbsp; Mr  Filippo Antonelli showed us round, and having found out his uncle used  to be my neighbour, to make the world feel a bit smaller I found out  he's a relative of the lady I saw on Monday to make arrangements for a  catered dinner on the 19th. She told me about her &lt;i&gt;patissière &lt;/i&gt;granddaughter   from Milan, who also happens to be this gentleman's niece.The   winery has a fabulous grotto excavated in a tuff (or tufa) hill, the  Mammoth Grotto, named after mammoth bones found in it. Tufa maintains a  constant temperature of 15° C and a humidity level of 80%, which is  ideal for wines. The farm turned organic three years ago and it will be  certified next year, since by EU regulations it takes 3 years to switch  from normal farming to organic. We tasted several wines, of which the  Macchia Sacra white was my favourite, made with Fiano grapes. What  really got to me was their olive oil: FABULOUS; the juice of life  itself. I just couldn't get enough of it and had to buy a 5 litre can.  For an organic oil, at 10 euro per litre it was very fairly priced, as  were all other products. I also bought honey and chick peas, and the  Macchia Sacra white, of course. Plus we were given some of their spelt  pasta. I can't wait for James to taste them all and tell me what he  thinks.The farm is open every day, and on Fridays and Saturday it  offers the added bonus of a local cheesemaker (Pitzalis) and vegetable  farm (Caramadre) bringing their products for sale.Being   already quite satiated and tipsy, we moved on to Casale Cento Corvi  winery in Cerveteri. Again, a family run business, producing wines and  preserves. We were greeted by the owners who offered us a tasting of 6  different wines, 3 whites and 3 reds. They have the merit of having  resuscitated an almost extinct variety of grapes dating back to Etruscan  times, which they have named Giacché. Their Giacché Rosso has won  several prizes, and is a very distinctive and rather unique wine,  borderline passito. A rich, fruity, almost black liquid, impenetrable to  the eye, whith notes of visciola (wild cherry) and dried prunes which,  according to the owner, could be drunk on its own in front of the  fireplace, or even with raw fish. I beg to differ with the latter. Maybe  with tuna.&amp;nbsp; The wine costs 25 euro a bottle, or 38 $ in the USA.&amp;nbsp; They  also make a Passito version of Giacché, reminiscent of Port but with  only 15% alcohol and wothout the overly alcoholic quality and sweetness  of port, very pleasant.Our following stop was  Trattoria Zì Maria, on the hills towards Sasso. There we were offered  lunch and a &lt;i&gt;degustation &lt;/i&gt;of wines from Tenuta Tre Cancelli. I must  admit that by lunchtime I was rather past tasting wines and couldn't  quite focus on the whites, rosés and reds..... Lunch was good, with the  chestnut and ricotta ravioli at the top of my preferences.We   set off for the Onorati winery in a pretty merry state of mind. There  we were greeted by the owner and his teenage son, who gave uys a very  entertaining lecture on wine bottling and wine making procedures in  English. The wine tasting part of the visit was slightly overlooked, and  we were sat down at tables and only offered two wines, accompanied by  divine roasted chestnuts and a local pecorino which flaked away like  slate. Very special but, alas, so artisanal (the next door shepherd  makes it) that it can't be bought.Needless to say, the  world is getting smaller every day, so I found out that our guide used  to be a&amp;nbsp; friend of my brother's in my teenages and we had spent  countless afternoons playing together ina&amp;nbsp; band and at my house being  served English tea by my mother. 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margin-right: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCdRbu0F84M/TP04Ptu1gKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/vuEAqpjczH4/s1600/Mini+ice+creams.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pCdRbu0F84M/TP04Ptu1gKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/vuEAqpjczH4/s200/Mini+ice+creams.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mini ice creams in their shells&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCdRbu0F84M/TP04ZNJonNI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1pyji9iuQsM/s1600/Mini+desserts.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCdRbu0F84M/TP04ZNJonNI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1pyji9iuQsM/s200/Mini+desserts.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mini deserts at Trattoria Zì Maria&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;SOMETHING WENT TERRIBLY WRONG WITH THIS POST'S SETTINGS...... I can't get it to be in a decent layout...... SORRY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498463880526426350-8019069893722781337?l=lalunanelpiatto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lalunanelpiatto.blogspot.com/feeds/8019069893722781337/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lalunanelpiatto.blogspot.com/2010/12/grand-day-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498463880526426350/posts/default/8019069893722781337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498463880526426350/posts/default/8019069893722781337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lalunanelpiatto.blogspot.com/2010/12/grand-day-out.html' title='A grand day out'/><author><name>Francesca Flore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15369372222654807341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pCdRbu0F84M/TP03YoZOI2I/AAAAAAAAAAY/9hU2VH1PPDE/s72-c/A+local+hero.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498463880526426350.post-5333225213442718379</id><published>2010-11-30T04:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T06:37:57.562-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipe'/><title type='text'>A slice of heaven</title><content type='html'>This is a truly dense but light chocolate cake which I tasted 11 years ago in a café in Bowral, near Sydney. The cake was fabulous and I just had to ask for the recipe. The waitress didn't have the recipe, but said she knew the cake was made with Belgian cocoa and.... beetroot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is what I came up with after a few attempts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 eggs&lt;br /&gt;230 gr sugar (fine brown is better)&lt;br /&gt;180 mls vegetable oil&lt;br /&gt;230 gr flour&lt;br /&gt;pinch of salt&lt;br /&gt;2 tsp baking powder&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 tsp bicarbonate of soda&lt;br /&gt;1 cup dutch process unsweetened cocoa&lt;br /&gt;3/4 cup water&lt;br /&gt;250 gr grated cooked beetroot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oven preheated to 180° C&lt;br /&gt;First of all, buy a packet of cooked beetroot from the supermarket. You will use half and can keep the rest in the freezer for when you get the urge to make this cake.&lt;br /&gt;Grate the beetrot on a medium sized grater. I use the food processor and NOT the finest grating blade. Hole are about 4 mm wide.&lt;br /&gt;Whip up the eggs with the sugar until nice and pale, add the oil and keep emulsifying. Sift flour, cocoa, raising agents and add to the mixer, mixing until just incorporated and adding the water to ease the process.&lt;br /&gt;Mix in grated beetroot by hand.&lt;br /&gt;You will need a 24 cm cake tin, or thereabouts. Pour into the buttered and floured tin, pop into the oven and give it 40 - 45 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This cake is lovely and moist, so it really doesn't need a filling or icing, but if you really must you can slice in half and add a good slathering of chocolate hazelnut paste (I like Rivoire from Florence, an artisanal nutella made with ONLY hazelnuts and cocoa) or a plain chocolate ganache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, a good dollop of whipped cream wouldn't go wasted on this either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made this last weekend for James, I didn't have the recipe with me so I sort of improvised from what I remembered. Well, he said it was PERFECT and asked for the recipe for his hotel!&amp;nbsp; I couldn't have asked for more....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCdRbu0F84M/TPTsRsWZAJI/AAAAAAAAAAU/FyLsdUE-ua0/s1600/New+home+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCdRbu0F84M/TPTsRsWZAJI/AAAAAAAAAAU/FyLsdUE-ua0/s320/New+home+2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498463880526426350-5333225213442718379?l=lalunanelpiatto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lalunanelpiatto.blogspot.com/feeds/5333225213442718379/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lalunanelpiatto.blogspot.com/2010/11/slice-of-heaven.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498463880526426350/posts/default/5333225213442718379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498463880526426350/posts/default/5333225213442718379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lalunanelpiatto.blogspot.com/2010/11/slice-of-heaven.html' title='A slice of heaven'/><author><name>Francesca Flore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15369372222654807341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCdRbu0F84M/TPTsRsWZAJI/AAAAAAAAAAU/FyLsdUE-ua0/s72-c/New+home+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498463880526426350.post-2851029463516098487</id><published>2010-11-29T05:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T05:18:40.647-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My daily winter bread</title><content type='html'>I'm about to tuck into my daily lunch of ribollita soup....&lt;br /&gt;In winter I am a &lt;i&gt;cavolo nero&lt;/i&gt; aficionado, and seize any occasion to use it. Tuesday I bought two bunches at my lovely local market, where many farmers bring their own produce. One went into my weekly supply of &lt;i&gt;ribollita&lt;/i&gt;, the other I will turn into a mixed pulse and kale soup.&lt;br /&gt;On a cold day I like nothing better than a lovely soup. I make it out of anything, often with the addition of ginger, which gives even the most bland and humble ingredients an interesting twist. Always without oil, which I add in the plate, except for pumpkin soup, where the addition of oil (or butter) is necessary to benefit from the lipo-soluble supply of Vitamin A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCdRbu0F84M/TPOoGqNZxtI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/d3ugLon5ofw/s1600/New+home+2+024.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCdRbu0F84M/TPOoGqNZxtI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/d3ugLon5ofw/s320/New+home+2+024.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The other advantage is having lunch ready every day for a week! And you know what? I never grow tired of eating a good soup, even 7 days in a row.&amp;nbsp; It's tasty, it's healthy and it's lean. You won't need Dr Oz's advice when you start eating like this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498463880526426350-2851029463516098487?l=lalunanelpiatto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lalunanelpiatto.blogspot.com/feeds/2851029463516098487/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lalunanelpiatto.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-daily-winter-bread.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498463880526426350/posts/default/2851029463516098487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498463880526426350/posts/default/2851029463516098487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lalunanelpiatto.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-daily-winter-bread.html' title='My daily winter bread'/><author><name>Francesca Flore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15369372222654807341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCdRbu0F84M/TPOoGqNZxtI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/d3ugLon5ofw/s72-c/New+home+2+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498463880526426350.post-2106220888667382993</id><published>2010-11-28T05:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T05:41:22.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First, catch a duck....</title><content type='html'>I trotted to Piazza Vittorio market this week, mostly for my seasonal fill of pitted Gaeta olives.... If you know where else to buy them closer to my neck of the woods (Monteverde), please advise! Anyway, I love the market and all the ethnic stalls, so there's always a good reason to go, even when Pakistani mangoes aren't in season. I also wanted Oolong Tea from the Chinese supermarket, which is said to have amazing slimming powers.... Not the supermarket, the tea =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went for olives, and came home with a duck, as you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The duck was originated by a craving for duck breast, which I watched being cooked on Gambero Rosso channel, with honey and chilli.&amp;nbsp; Anyway, the duck breasts are in the freezer awaiting a quiet evening or weekend meal with James.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The carcass went into making a &lt;i&gt;jus &lt;/i&gt;or &lt;i&gt;fond de volaille&lt;/i&gt;, for when I'll be cooking the breasts. The legs, liver and heart went into a duck ragout which we had for dinner yesterday with some fusilli pugliesi. It takes a while to bone and de-nerve duck legs, and then chop all the meat to a decent standard by hand. While I was doing this, James fell asleep in front of the TV.&amp;nbsp; No wonder I wasn't managing to have a conversation with him from the kitchen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make the ragout I used a dash of olive oil, 1 shallot, 1 carrot, 1 stick of celery; a blade of mace, 5 cloves, a few black pepercorns, a cinnamon stick, sage, thyme, marjoram, all of which went into my nifty pacman style sylicone ball which prevents all the little aromatics from floating around your stocks and sauces and then having to fish them out with Certosine-style patience. A good dash of red wine, and a can of my trusty Mutti tomato pulp. All of this cooked slowly for about two hours.&amp;nbsp; Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, the Oolong tea is working, together with a box of Dr Ernst's slimming tisane also bought in the chinese supermarket. It appears I am losing about 2 to 300 grams PER DAY! All without effort!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what, I might make oolong tea duck breast.... who knows, it might be good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498463880526426350-2106220888667382993?l=lalunanelpiatto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lalunanelpiatto.blogspot.com/feeds/2106220888667382993/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lalunanelpiatto.blogspot.com/2010/11/first-catch-duck.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498463880526426350/posts/default/2106220888667382993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498463880526426350/posts/default/2106220888667382993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lalunanelpiatto.blogspot.com/2010/11/first-catch-duck.html' title='First, catch a duck....'/><author><name>Francesca Flore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15369372222654807341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498463880526426350.post-2008128644159439096</id><published>2010-11-28T05:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T06:38:49.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sermoneta</title><content type='html'>For the first anniversary with my wonderful chef boyfriend James, we decided to lunch in Sermoneta, a beautiful medieval village on the hills near Latina. We were in the erea anyway to pick up a new car, after his was burnt to a crisp by vandals a couple of months earlier =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a search on the net, I decided to try out 'Il Simposio al Corso', a small restaurant run by Fabio Stivali, an expert on Medieval cuisine. I was especially intirgued by his use of 'trombolotto', a condiment produced by him, by pressing olives together with a specific type of lemon which grows in the area. The resulting concoction is then enriched with 14 kinds of herbs (in spring) or 10 (in the autumn).&amp;nbsp; Stivali only uses excellent extravirgin olive oil in his dishes, and I must say that what we tasted on bread, a freshly pressed oil the colour of which resembled a brightly coloured citrine quartz, was absolutely to die for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ordered the house selection of medieval antipasti (crostini with olives, with roasted tomato paste, with peppers; fried artichokes; chicory, roasted peppers, grilled zucchini dressed with a must reduction); I had fresh pasta with porcini mushrooms and trombolotto, James had tagliolini with bottarga (dried mullet roe) and trombolotto, which is dressed and tossed at the table. My aversion to fish had prevented me from ordering this house specialty, but I have to admit that I was astonished at the delicacy of flavour of this sea product which I had always imagined to be over-fishy and over-salty. Instead it was delicate and somewhat nutty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were pretty full, so we ordered one main to share, the pork fillet with rosemary and pistachio sauce and stewed eggplant, and it was delicious. All was washed down with a local red wine from Villa Gianna, quite pleasant. We had no room for dessert but were curious, so I had the medieval pear with apple sauce, wild sour cherries and roasted chestnuts in syrup, while James had the anglo-italian 'zuppa inglese', an Italian take on (what I think must be) trifle.&amp;nbsp; The explanation for this dish was that the local Marquess Caetani married an English Lord in the '50ies, thus influencing local culture and infusing it with British nuances. With this we were offered a shot of sour cherry syrup, which was slightly alcoholic and divine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dishes are priced 6, 8 or 12 euros. So it's all very reasonable and GOOD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498463880526426350-2008128644159439096?l=lalunanelpiatto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lalunanelpiatto.blogspot.com/feeds/2008128644159439096/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lalunanelpiatto.blogspot.com/2010/11/sermoneta.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498463880526426350/posts/default/2008128644159439096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498463880526426350/posts/default/2008128644159439096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lalunanelpiatto.blogspot.com/2010/11/sermoneta.html' title='Sermoneta'/><author><name>Francesca Flore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15369372222654807341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498463880526426350.post-7735939973237192139</id><published>2010-11-28T05:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T05:45:15.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who am I?</title><content type='html'>Hello anyone and everyone!&lt;br /&gt;This is a blog about food by someone who cares about food and cooking.&lt;br /&gt;My name is Francesca Flore. I live in Rome, Italy, where I was born almost 45 years ago from a Neapolitan dad and a London mum.&amp;nbsp; My background is very much influenced by all things british, starting from the food we ate at home, mostly cooked by my English (almost) grandmother, a formidable lady who lived with us until she passed away at the considerable age of 98.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I became interested in cooking as a child, when with my brother and a friend who lived round the corner we spent many a saturday or sunday afternoon messing around in the kitchen. I later became in charge of the weekly pasta sauce (we were 8 at home, and my mum used to by 5 kilo cans of tinned tomatoes), most of which got gobbled while cooking, when I dunked pieces of crusty bread into it with the excuse of 'tasting it for salt'. I was skinny at the time and unconcerned by weight issues =(&lt;br /&gt;More or less at the same time I was entrusted with the preparation of vinaigrette for our daily, compulsory salad. 'Eat your greens' was very much a part of my childhood and adolescence and, whereas at the time I couldn't stand the boring round leaf lettuce, later I became a salad fiend, especially after rocket, or arugula, or rughetta, was introduced!&amp;nbsp; I then added fresh fruit tart to my culinary assets, around the age of 16.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becoming increasingly interested in cooking, I obsessed by buying endless amounts of cooking magazines.&lt;br /&gt;I later moved to London, at the age of 26, and there food shopping became something of a hobby. I felt like Alice in Wonderland in the supermarket, with all things bright and beautiful at the tip of my finger, or at the end of the cash card.&amp;nbsp; Herbs and ingredients I would not have found in Rome were to be had as a matter of course, and this widened my horizons.&lt;br /&gt;Still, never had the thought of cooking professionally entered my mind yet.&amp;nbsp; But at the end of 5 stressful, rushed years in London as a PA, in June 1998 I decided I'd had enough of office work and took off to... Sydney, of all places, to study at the 'Académie Culinaire Le Cordon Bleu (Paris)' cooking school, which had recently opened there.&lt;br /&gt;This allowed me to combine two passions, or kill two birds with one stone. I had been to Sydney on holiday at New Year and was absolutely besotted with it. The place, the people, the atmosphere.&amp;nbsp; My year in Sydney was one of the best, if not THE best (my time with James is OUT OF contest!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In August 1999 I returned to Rome, having decided to become a caterer. So here I am: La luna nel piatto, The moon in your plate. This combines two sayings: 'vuoi la luna' (you want the moon) when someone wants something impossible to reach; and 'la luna nel pozzo' (the moon in the well): when you see it, you can make a wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to offer disparate types of cuisines, such as Italian obviously, but also Thai, Indian, Mexican, Indonesian, French, you name it. If I've tasted it (authentic), I'll cook it! And the menus are taylor made to the client's wishes. I once did a wedding with a Sicilian lunch but 'ethnic' appetizer finger food from Asia, for instance&lt;br /&gt;I cook for 8 to 200 people, or more. I also translate books, and have had music in my life as a hobby forever: I started singing in a choir at the age of 3 and still sing, with a small vocal female group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCdRbu0F84M/TPJVQ6qR00I/AAAAAAAAAAM/SLfUSeCPZ8k/s1600/Copia+di+IMG_0430+bis.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="317" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCdRbu0F84M/TPJVQ6qR00I/AAAAAAAAAAM/SLfUSeCPZ8k/s320/Copia+di+IMG_0430+bis.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And now I have also James to make me happy and share cookbooks with and to give me advice =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5498463880526426350-7735939973237192139?l=lalunanelpiatto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lalunanelpiatto.blogspot.com/feeds/7735939973237192139/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lalunanelpiatto.blogspot.com/2010/11/who-am-i.html#comment-form' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498463880526426350/posts/default/7735939973237192139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498463880526426350/posts/default/7735939973237192139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lalunanelpiatto.blogspot.com/2010/11/who-am-i.html' title='Who am I?'/><author><name>Francesca Flore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15369372222654807341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pCdRbu0F84M/TPJVQ6qR00I/AAAAAAAAAAM/SLfUSeCPZ8k/s72-c/Copia+di+IMG_0430+bis.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
