Yesterday Matt and i hired a car to go out of Rome to buy wood for our fire.
We decided to go close to Latina so we called Matt's Aunty to ask her if she would
be home for us to come past for a coffee.
One hour and a half later we arrived at her house with a car full of wood.
As soon as we walked into the house we could smell the amazing smells.
Matt said to her was she cooking for her grandchildren and she said no for you and Belinda.
We tried to tell her not to worry, however the words don't worry do not exist in an Italian household.
Zia was cooking marinated chicken, pepperoni and bean mix and making home made gnocchi.
We were sooo excited, there is nothing better than home made gnocchi.
Of course we did not continue to argue, we just watched and helped when she would let us.
For Zia the lunch was effortless and she would not have us coming into her house and leaving without rolling out the door. There is so much love put into the food of Italian people. They do not think of the work or cleaning involved in the process, they just want to see you enjoying the food and they want to hear the famous word that makes all the work and preparation worthwhile.
BUONISSIMO!