
Madonna...it was a feast from the moment we arrived. Here is a sampling of what we consumed: A plate of six different cheeses from gorgonzola and walnuts, grana, fontina, fresh ricotta, several different kinds of goat cheese, three different kinds of raclette melted over potatoes, a creamy Aosta cheese cooked with potatoes, onions and bacon. Sausages and salamis: prosciutto ham (crudo and cotto), bison sausage, sausage with hazel nuts, sausage from goat, from donkey, from pork, braseola (a kind of cured beef) and pate de fois gras. Pasta carbonara, ravioli with squash and funghi swimming in butter, "priest strangler" pasta with gorgonzola and pears, pasta con pesto, a heavy mountain pasta darkly flecked with rye and baked with leaks, potatoes and fontina cheese. Risotto con fungi and risotto con zucca. The most beautiful roasted peppers, sauteed squashes, whole Roman artichokes steamed in olive oil and water on a plate, and sliced artichokes with slices of rare beef and potatoes drenched with olive oil.









And deserts: homemade peach torts and tiramisu that fed fifteen and was eaten with dinner and for breakfast. And gelato -- every day, sometimes twice a day, because it was just too good to pass up. Favorite gelato was Anna's home made vanilla gelato, doused with espresso coffee. Chocolates from Gubio in Torino, and from Shockolat in Milano.




And to wash it down we drank Alpine beers (found only in Stresa, Italy) killer wines (not available in the US), apperitivos, grappa, Chateaux Neuf du Pape, Port, and sempre sempre, tiny cups of coffee many, many, times during the day -- whenever there was a lull in the conversation...with cookies often and sometimes in the morning with brioche con crema.



