No, we did not jet off to Italy this past weekend. But thanks to the meal that was so skillfully prepared and presented by my hubby yesterday afternoon, for a few moments, I definitely felt transported.The weather was gorgeous. The kids were at my parents. I was finally, mercifully out of my Saturday funk (spent the entire day in bed with a yucky stomach bug). So we seized the opportunity to eat a grown-up lunch outdoors.
And what a glorious lunch it was. I can think of nothing better to eat on a warm afternoon than a light, flavorful salad paired with some crusty bread and lots of EVOO. This particular salad consisted of prosciutto, mozzarella and melon over mixed garden greens. There was even some mint thrown in from our itsy bitsy vegetable garden! Molto bono!The sparkling Italian wine and opera music playing in the background didn't hurt the mood either.
The whole thing kept reminding me of an analogy my friend, Amber, regaled me with recently. It went something like this: Having kids is like planning a trip to Italy, getting your tickets, boarding the plane, taking off, but then getting waylaid in England. For a really long time. The point being I guess that you'll get to (scintillating) Italy someday. But for now, just enjoy all that (not-so-scintillating) England has to offer. Well, on Sunday we cheated and got a little taste of Italy. And it was really nice.