3 slutti secrets (Rome)

the food I miss most being away from the Eternal City

Today, I am that annoying girl back in America who can’t stop talking about how much she misses food in Italy.

But I swear it’s different. Before leaving for the States for a bit, I was eating extraordinarily well. I mean like radicchio salads on deck from the local farmer every day good. I was eating everything wild from the chicory to the rabbits (gosh I’m a slut for a good coniglio alla cacciatora).

Now, I’m here in New Jersey for a month which don’t get me wrong - I love with a different kind of love. I will never turn down a mean cheese slice, who couldn’t? But after a week of it - my tummy wants weird wild greens and well-leavened pizza that doesn’t cost 12 dollars a slice.

*sigh*

So here are the slutti secrets from Rome that make me miss it so damn much this morning (and every day of the last two weeks).