To Die For Part III

Finally had pizza. More than once. I was thinking I might be sick of Italian food by now.

Hardly. Mushrooms roasted and bathed in olive oil. Mouth melting. They didn't last long enough. Chicken, roasted. That's all. Hard to believe how good it was. Shaved parmesan with sliced, raw, artichokes. We almost ate it all before I remembered to take the photo. Most places give you free stuff when you order wine. Ham, tomato, cheese and arugula finger sandwiches. With Prosecco of course. Best pizza of my life so far. White sauce, I dunno what kind of yummo cheese, white beans, onions and sausage. 

If loving this is wrong, I don't want to be right. The most beautiful food. Breakfast in Rome. Even morning coffee is special, lovely. Served in individual silver pots with steaming, frothy cream. Am I dreaming? More free bar food. Finger sammies, chunks of Parm, and a mini slice. Sometimes you get free dessert too. We got this tantalizing treat. Little fried puffs of dough rolled in sugar and drizzled with raspberry sauce.  But, we'd already ordered these light, fluffy, puffs of fried heaven. With whipped cream and strawberry sauce.

We had no choice. We ate them both. Mood lighting in the restaurant didn't help the food photos. I looked fantastic, though.

I should've put this pic before the dessert...but who cares? It's all good.

Squash blossom carbonara.  Gelato every day. At least once. We're gluttons.  So, hubby had the gelato. I had the cappuccino and these delectable little cookies. Before I knew it, they were all gone. Fried squash blossom stuffed with cheese. They love their squash blossoms in Italy. This is why. Fettuccine with mushrooms. I don't know what they do to their mushrooms here but whatever it is I hope they never stop. A little rigatoni with tomato sauce and pancetta. In case you need more food. To wrap it all up...some goat cheese, pears, balsamic and radicchio. 

I'd hate me if I wasn't me.