People who know me know that I am a huge Batali fan. There’s even a picture of me and the big guy in front of Babbo in New York. So a pilgrimmage to Bologna has always been on my shortlist of things to do. I didn’t exactly give Fo full disclosure as to why we were here. I gave her the “its a pretty city with antique markets” rationale for why Bologna should be our first stop, as opposed to the “I’m going to eat everything within my line of site” truth of the matter.
Anyway, market day finally arrived. Some of us were less enthusiastic about our early start to hit up the main open air mercato (guess which one) but I (ahem) gently nudged her and we were on our way.
The market was incredible. The best fruits, vegatables and cuts of dead animals I have ever seen. Is it overkill to call it a gastronomic temple? Maybe. But it is. Plus I’ve lived in London for 5 years so I’m allowed to use superlatives when describing fresh ingredients at reasonable prices.
We picked up all the ingredients for our lunch of tomato bread salad, along with chunks of rustic bread, bresaola and pecorino. Fantastico!
Finished product below. Tasted as good as it looked.
— Randy
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I'm drooling over the panzanella, Randy! So happy you two made it, and are already eating (I wouldn't expect any less).NieNie be damned, this blog has lofted it's way to the top of my bookmarks…Buona sera,Erika
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Glad you like! Can't say I'll post pics of the dishes that turn out not so well… Are you really suggesting we will make it up there with the Mormon burn victims? Don't play with me Erika!Erika/Henry – this region has you written all over it. We'll be heading to Modena and Parma next.
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