A special mention has to go to two new finds and two of Florence's best kept secrets...
We discovered the Gelateria de' Medici when some friends of Alberto and Nadia brought these ice cream balls to a party. They were delicious and when we inquired where they bought them from they mentioned this place... We went to investigate and were blown away by the quality and taste. It's actually in a road called 'Via Statuto' near the fortezza, so only about ten minuted from where we live. As well as these ice cream balls their regular ice cream is fabulous too. My instant favourites are the 'Parisienne' which is a caramel, nut brittle flavour. The 'Creme de' Medici', which is a cream with chocolate crispy biscuits and 'Buontalenti', a flavour named after the supposed inventor of ice cream, Bernardo Buontalenti.
When we tell one of our Italian work colleagues where we've moved to, they say, "Oh that's near Giorgio!". When we say who's Giorgio? They inform us that it's one of Florence's best and most famous pasticcerie... So we go and investigate and sure enough it lives up to its prestigious billing. It's famous for a light sponge cake filled with cream, called, 'Schiacciata alla Fiorentina' , but there is so much more... For example, the croissants filled with dark chocolate sauce are to die for! As are there rolls filled with the most amazing ingredients, but the piece de resistance are their 'Aperitvi' which we make full use of, with crostini and the most delicious toppings imaginable... What a find!
(Original journal entry 14/3/05)
In 2001 I came to live in Italy. I had some fun, wrote a journal and this is the blog of my story...
"Tuscany is a state of grace. The countryside is so lovingly designed that the eye sweeps the mountains and valleys without stumbling over a single stone. The lilt of the rolling green hills, the upsurging cypresses, the terraces sculptured by generations that have handled the rocks with skillful tenderness, the fields geometrically juxtaposed as though drawn by a draughtsman for beauty as well as productivity; the battlements of castles on the hills, their tall towers standing grey-blue and golden tan among the forest of trees, the air of such clarity that every sod of earth stands out in such dazzling detail. The fields ripening with barley and oats, beans and beets. The grape-heavy vines espaliered between the horizontal branches of silver-green olive trees, composing orchards of webbed design, rich in intimation of wine, olive oil and lacy-leaf poetry. Tuscany untied the knots in a man's intestines, wiped out the ills of the world. Italy is the garden of Europe, Tuscany is the garden of Italy, Florence is the flower of Tuscany." Irving Stone from my favourite book " The Agony and the Ecstacy" A fictional biography of Michelangelo
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