Home, and still full

I'll just put this out there: I ate a lot in Italy.

There, I said it.

Wile not as lewd and unsavory as being a sexual tourist, being a food tourist might have its own seedy side. Especially when all the drooling and staring is taken into consideration. And the gluttony. And the greed. OK, so Rome might be one of the seven deadly sins, I don't know.

But I did enjoy myself and surprisingly, managed to wear my previously too tight Sevens and Joe's throughout the trip. Even while eating pizza every day and wine with every meal. And then some gelato. And what about digestivi? And do I want to go out for hot chocolate?

It's a minefield of delicious things, people. And I don't handle temptation well. Especially Temptation con Mozzarella di Bufula.

But now I'm home and dealing with that stretched out stomach thing that you get after Thanksgiving. Where you get hungrier than usual because you stuffed yourself on Thanksgiving and now your stomach has, like, 12 extra acres to fill. I'm currently dealing with a pizza sized empty spot that won't shuddup or be tamed by a handful of Triscuits.

Boo.

Anyway, allow me to briefly list some of the beauties you see above, if only for my own S&M pleasure because now I can't have them for a really long time and I just ate some regrettable macaroni and cheese and WOE is me...

From left:

• Housemade egg noodles with locally grown organic mushrooms and truffle sauce. OMG.
• Again, OMG.
• Some wine from Abruzzo. That's where we were at the time.
• This was called chocolate flan but it did not resemble the boogeriness of flan at all.
  
• Genziana. This digestivi tasted like a horses ass, but was able to cure the feeling that my stomach was splitting in two.
• The crust of my Pizza Imperiale. Yes. That is a stuffed crust. Yes. It was truly awesome. If this pizza were a man, I might have an illicit affair with it.
• Pecorino and salumi. Locally made and vurrrry good.
• Pecorino. It was a staple of our diet for New Year's.
• Smoked salmon on toast. Jews, Italians - we have so much in common.
• Prosciutto. A sea of it.
  
• Wine.
• Homemade fresh sausage. Really. The best sausage I've ever had. Roasted on an open fire. Um, yes, please.
• Arrostacini: roasted lamb skewers. While not a big lamb fan, I managed to put down half a dozen of these skewers. That means they were out of this world. Plus, there were a hundred of them for 11 people.
  
• Genziana and Torrone. Booze and chocolate, that is an excellent combo.
• Torrone: Like the inside of a candy bar, but bigger. RAD.
• New Year's lentils with sausage. For you lentil people, adding sausage makes this much better. If you are a vegetarian, I am sorry because your life sucks.
• Misto frito: fried olives, zucchini flowers and suppli.
  
• Pizza misto funghi. I could have handled more mushrooms, but I'll take it.
  
• Garden pizza. No idea what was on this. It looked good.
• The gelato course. I think we had a chili chocolate, pistachio, nutella and something else.
  

I'm probably still in a food coma right now. I feel sleepy.