Venturing out. Our landlord had told us where to find "the small market" and "the big market." The small market was very small indeed. Think "tiny convenience store." The big one was a big (for Europe, in my experience) grocery in a shopping-center sort of place.
But we didn't know any of that when we went out.
Pasta-making school, on the way to "the small market."
Look at the different kinds of rolling-pin pasta cutters. And the little black chicken.
Lots of eggs, in pasta made in Bologna.
Lots of home-made pasta, in Bologna. I don't know why we never bought any of it! I'm wishing we had; I bet it was yummy. This place was closed when we stopped by; these pics were taken through the front windows.
Now we are in "the big market." I looked for some of those cute little Nutella jars, but this was the single-serving size I found. Sort of cute, in their flat jar shapes, but nothing like those actual little jars. Ah well.
Italians use grains in a lot of ways we don't. They roast it, grind it, steep it, and drink it as a hot drink. They put it in bean soup (not that I knew that, on April 3). Grain in yogurt sounded sort of nasty to me, but I should have been more adventuresome and tried it.
Something else we don't have in our grocery.
Our popcorn connoisseur makes it himself, in a precious and elderly popper, so I'm not exposed to much in the way of microwave popcorn. I don't know if this is in our grocery or not.......
Our grocery has lots of beer, even Guiness. I don't know about any of these other brands.
The cherry-tree street ran from our neighborhood church, a block south of our street, north to the big street with "the big market." We were always glad to walk by the cherry trees.
Now we are in city center, visiting a fancy food store.
Little artichokes, big olives, stuffed peppers.
Artichokes looking a lot like these were available by the pound. We bought some, and they were really good. Really, really good.
These were the biggest walnut halves I've ever seen. I think they must have been 2" long. Maybe even a bit more. Goodness. (Noci is "walnuts" -- wondering if gorgon-noci is "monster walnuts"....) (Remembering my notte/noce confusion, until Francesco straightened me out, on the plane to Venice -- I clearly told him "good walnut" instead of "good night." lol........)
Bean soup. I love bean soup.....
Hey, look, there is grain in here. I did not notice that until I was home, editing the pics. I had never thought of putting grain in bean soup until I had barley and bean soup in Florence...... But I'm getting ahead of myself. This is Bologna, and there was no grain in my bean soup in Bologna. At least -- not that I was aware of.
I think vesuvio was the shape -- I can imagine this as representative of a volcanic eruption....
This is the kind of pasta we bought. It did a good job of holding the sauce we bought (also in this store). Those olives look good, don't they.....
Now we are most of the way back to the apartment. The train station is behind us and to the west, as we walk north.
Looking west -- lots of sky, over a big rail yard............
We ate our artichokes, with pasta and tomato sauce, for supper. It was all very good.
Buona notte! And buona noce, too, for that matter. If you're going to have a walnut, may it be a good one.
In order to facilitate chronological traversal of these posts, here is a link to the next post.
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