After a typically busy Sunday morning (I don't wanna sound ungrateful but I literally do everything on the weekends) my host mom let me know we were going to lunch in the Monza Park. The park is huge, lush and a mile down the street.
Yes this is an entry about my lunch.
It was that good. Other than my day off, when I got an (obviously) amazing panini and gelato for lunch, I've only really eaten at their home. Not to say that the food hasn't been good- I can't figure out how the fruit and cheese and bread and vegetables can taste that much better- but the family eats more Americanized meals than I thought they would. Case in point: one night for dinner, my host mom laid out... turkey burgers. Hmm.
But anyways, after a sampling of antipasti (seriously, HOW do they get the cheese that delicious over here?) I ordererd a first course of freshly made pasta with tomatoes, asparagus and truffle sauce. When I tell you I would eat this daily for the rest of my life, I am not exaggerating in the least. I almost cried when I finished my plate. Luckily, my second course arrived to dab away my tears. Complemented by a joy of a sparkling white wine, my tuna with balsamic reduction was perfect. And dessert? I don't even know what it was- some fabulous cake that came with strawberries and made me want to go all Julie Andrews on the family and start singing.
I thought before that Panera's Broccoli Cheddar soup was possibly the only food that could change the way my day was going. How ridiculous of me. This wasn't even a high-class restaurant and this food changed the way my life is going. Okay maybe that's going too far... but I'll bet wars could be avoided if people just ate at St. George's Premier once in a while.
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