So far in my life, I have yet to go wrong with a place called Mama's - San Fran, Dallas, anyplace in East Texas. This time was no different. Mama and family welcomed us into their kitchen for a morning full of traditional Tuscan cooking.
Mama made the pasta and allowed us to roll out the pici noodles. Pici, from this Texan's point of view, is basically really thick spaghetti. I'm certain Mama would balk at this description.
Mama made the dough for our focaccia bread and allowed us to roll it out. Are you seeing a trend here? It IS Mama's kitchen.
All our work tired poor Marco out.
Apparently, tiramisu is not a big deal to Mama. She let us do all of it. Here is dad spreading out the dainty ladyfingers with his not-so-dainty fingers!
We thoroughly enjoyed our lunch at a big table with the entire family. I really, really wish I had gotten a picture of Papa. He came in from the fields and didn't stop eating the entire meal. Not a lick of English and so cute. He was about 5 feet tall and maybe hitting 110 pounds post-meal. After lunch, we stopped off at Montepulciano for some tower climbing, wine tasting, and church looking. We've got this Italy thing down pat!
Inspired by Mama, DC and Dad decided to check out the pizza oven at our casa. Thankfully, the neighbors already had it heated up and we enjoyed some grilled pork, pasta, and fresh veggies!
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