One of the more magical spots in a magical city. Saying it exudes mystery and romance is almost redundant.
After she finished the tiramisu preparation class, Isa showed my wife how to do a simple pomodoro sauce with garlic, capers, and a special type of cherry tomato called “daterini”. You can’t get them in the US, but a good cherry tomato from your farmers market or organic grocer will taste almost as good as what we ate that day in Padova.
I shot about 20mins of video that I’ll edit and share for the foodies out there, but I wanted to get a sneak peak out before dinner time to make you dear readers good and hungry. We tossed this sauce over some homemade tonnarelli (think square spaghetti) that the wife rolled out and cut right there in Isa’s Padova kitchen. What a blast! After all this time sending clients there, the wife was glad she finally got her turn to enjoy Isa’s teachings; Isa’s committed to the original “slow-food” culture, meaning locally sourced, home-prepared ingredients and dishes that eschew processed foods. She’s keeping the old ways of preparing Italian cuisine alive in this day and age of rampant processed food addiction, and needless to say we support that wholeheartedly.
More on tiramisu and tonnarelli soon! But for now…yes, this was some darn tasty stuff, so feel free to be jealous. 🙂
We stopped to reflect for a moment on the mysterious nature of things as the light of this rather fabulous hotel’s canalside entrance faded off into the distance over this narrow waterway, quite near Basilica di San Giovanni e Paolo.
Standing on a bridge at night in a quiet corner of Venice is almost indescribable. It’s all-consuming for every sense you have.
Nothing earth-shattering for regular readers, but Kiss From The World is a great little site and I want to support their efforts to show people the importance of cultural exchange. I did put up the obligatory smoochie picture of me and the wife up on top of the belltower at San Giorgio Maggiore as well. What can I say, Venice just makes you feel amorous! And that’s a good thing.
Update: they removed it, saying it was too generic. I must concede I find that rather disappointing–I was sharing a unique insight about Venice that, when you think about it seems obvious, but really, really isn’t. You’d think that’d be the kind of insight they want to have.
Update again: it’s back, was a misunderstanding.
We’ve been sending folks to Mama Isa for a while now, so that my wife got to take one of her tonnarelli and tiramisu classes for herself instead of hearing about other people enjoying it was just wonderful; I figure I should edit the video and stills from that and do a write up on that first. Several other things that’ll take more time that I want to put together will trickle out in the next week or two, depending on how long this latest bout of jet lag takes to dissipate and let me quit procrastinating. As much time as I spend in airports, one thing I’ve noticed is conditioning doesn’t matter as you age: past 35…sitting in a big metal very arid tube for hours and having your biorhythms disrupted just takes a while to get over. Even a short hop business trip for a few days will leave you drained and dreading airports.
But to tide you fair readers over, I’ll post some pics here and there to share in the wonder that is the Veneto. And yes, I still cry a little when the train pulls out of the station and Venezia recedes in the distance. This one: from the vaporetto *1 at night. Sigh…such beauty. Everyone should see this place at least once. I remain committed to the notion that if they did, we’d end all war.
After a week of cooking classes, meetings, discussions, adventures, forging new relationships, and strengthening existing ones, it’s good to be back home to blog about what we learned. We discovered some great additions for our Veneto tours (new wine and cooking classes, lagoon excursions to exclusive areas of the Venetian waterways, etc) that aren’t found elsewhere, and it was a very productive trip. Lots more to be posted in the coming days!
After a long flight and incurring some rather confused circadian rhythms, it was time for some vino bianco and some smoked swordfish wrapped around robiola, artichoke hearts, Italian tuna in red peppers, bacala, and local sardines and anchovies marinated in lemon and olive oil. Perhaps the best food I’ve ever had, and not just because we we’re travel weary.
This is one of our secret spots, well out of the way, but so worth finding! Come join us.