Today I experienced my first Sunday dinner in Italy, and it was
one that I'm sure I will never forget. I
knew that I was in for an immersing experience, being the only person at the
table that could barely speak a word of Italian. Luckily with Valeria by my side as my
personal translator, I was able to share the laughs and good spirits of the
great company I was with, truly making me feel like I was family.
The meal started with the “antipasto” portion; something to nibble on before the larger portions arrived. This consisted of fried dough balls stuffed with pancetta. It was unbelievable and left me curious as to know what was up next.
Next up was the “primo,” or the appetizer portion. It consisted of crepes with ricotta cheese and cream sauce, as well as lasagna with meat sauce. I would not consider myself a picky eater, but at home I know what I like and what I do not. Usually I would take a bite or two of something unfamiliar and pretend that I enjoy it not to upset whoever was cooking. Today, however, I knew I better not let a crumb go to waste. The crepes were truly out of this world, and the cream sauce that came along with it added so much to each bite. The lasagna was the best I've had. I felt myself getting full already, not even realizing that there were three more courses to come.
The second course is referred to as "the secondo," and consisted of meatballs, and chicken and veal cutlet. The food was non-stop. Once I finished each plate Francesco's mother Esther was right there with the next. I know better than to say anyone's meatballs are better than my own mother's, but these were absolutely incredible.
The “contorno” is the fourth dish, translating loosely to the
word, "contours," meaning vegetables that help shape the entire meal. It was a delicious salad with lemon,
olive oil, and salt; relatively simple, and a great way to help wind down the
experience.
At last was the “dolce,” or dessert. Just take a look for
yourself.
While the meal
was unbelievable, what made this dinner an experience was the people I was
with. Conversation was constant, everybody took a turn to pour some Ferrarelle
(Italian sparkling water) and soccer was on the television. While I may not
speak Italian, I didn't need to to feel like I was part of this family. The
first thing Francesco's father said to me was to move my chair in closer to the
table, making sure I was involved. Out of all the ingredients put into this
exceptional meal, the most prominent one was clearly family.
Today, I was most
certainly family.



























Much has happened since my last article for Italia Living. Living life in the Lemon Groves has been extra adventurous this past summer. I moved to Positano. I began a new career. And so the story continues.
I find myself wandering through the streets alone with the shoes, bags and clothes as my company. My first friend since moving here was the store clerk at Missoni. Dangerous.

Freelance Stylist and Writer Valeria Carrano left the skyscrapers of New York one year ago for the Lemon Groves on Italy’s Amalfi Coast. She began managing a yacht and speedboat charter company, Exclusive Cruises and it has become an overnight sensation- captivating the A-listers and their travel agents vacationing along the Amalfi Coast, Positano and the island of Capri.