Over the weekend, we enjoyed another great Italian lunch in Imola.The BBQ was amazing and the meat just kept coming- every bit of it was delicious and we helped ourselves to seconds especially with Nauscia's tiramisu (senza caffè). It was a rainy day but I think it made the vibrant green colors pop even more over the rolling hills. Always a beautiful sight in Imola.
I watched as these beautiful women moved about the kitchen, creating the delicious meal we were about to have. I thought back to all the kitchen appliances I have in my storage unit in Arizona and how I have learned to do without them for the past nine months. I watched as one of the beautiful ladies rolled, patted, and floured her dough over and over again. I studied her quick wrists as she threw the dough around keeping the dough in a perfect circle the entire time. I was impressed and set a little goal to myself to recreate these "Crescentine" and have everything be just as perfect as an Italian woman's who has been doing this for many many years. I copied down the recipe which was taken by Nausica (with the white sleeves) all from the mouth of the pleasant Italian with the gigantic rolling pin. She recited it from memory, of course. The fried dough was nothing but scrumptious.
The balls provided lots of entertainment for the girls and also made them very wet. There's no doubt in my mind that Taryn will be a future soccer player like her mommy was when she was younger. Hopefully she'll stick with it longer than I did. I also saw something that I don't get to see very often with these girls. Every once and awhile, these two jibber jabber back and forth, communicating to each other. Usually I hear about it from Tyson when he brings me Taryn after I have taught my nursery class. But Sunday, I sat and smiled watching these two lovelies talk.
I love Italian Sunday lunches and have learned so much from the experiences we've had. There is a point where I find myself hitting the "tired" wall after a long Sunday and wonder how it is that the Italians can last all day without some kind of rest. Maybe it's so different for me because I worry about overstaying our welcome- is that just a U.S. thing? Because after watching the Italians talk for hours and hours over lunches, dinners and even sometimes brunches, I know that they don't consider catching up with a friend as a hindrance to their schedule. I have never experienced and Italian telling me "I've got to run..." or "I'm late for ...." and maybe that's what I need to learn- to take more time to continue developing relationships with friends and not to be in a rush.