Today is our anniversary. Ten years of wedded bliss. Well, perhaps not every moment was bliss … who actually lives like that? It has been pretty amazing so far.
I had an idea a few weeks ago that it might be fun to find a local chef that does cooking classes, similar to what I do at home, and do it together in Venice. After noodling around the internet and just not sure which program would be the best, I reached out to our concierge who suggested someone local. She is also about to have a cookbook published: Enrica Rocca. the timing could not had been better: she was canceling the regular class on Saturday due to a promotional event in Milan for the book, so we ended up having a private class with her on Friday, and it was amazing.
The arranged meeting location was the market side of the Rialto Bridge. She was waiting for us with her adorable dog, Soya. After a few introductions we were off to shop the market. We immediately felt like we were old friends, talking about food and travel as we meandered through the streets. As we entered the Market I thought I had died and gone to heaven. The vegetable vendors alone rocked my world – the fish and meat vendors … no words. The freshest, most beautiful ingredients anywhere. The variety available was just stellar. My recommendation: if you are ever in Venice, even if you don’t go to shop, you need to at least go and walk around, just to appreciate the scope of what is offered.
After zig-zagging through the streets and stands it was time to a stop at a famous bàcari called All’Arco. Bàcaris are tiny hole-in-the-wall eateries that offer local wines and bar snacks called cicchetti. Some offerings are simple and some are quite elaborate. For most Venetians bàcari serve as a spot for a quick lunch which was just what we did.
After a few cicchetti and a Spritz we headed to her house, winding through the streets of the Dorsoduro neighborhood. Our walk was peppered with interesting and silly tidbits about Venice and its famous inhabitants. One of which was Niccolo Tommaseo, author of the Italian dictionary and also an early supporter of Italian unification.
His statue (unfortunately) has been amusingly dubbed “the book shitter.” Purely based on the location of the books on the statue.
Once back to her house we got to work on our dishes. Some incredibly simple and some required a little more work and time. But in the end each and every dish was delicious beyond our expectations.
The old adage is so very true – sometimes the simplest things are the very best.
I’m not sure if it was that, or the fact that Larry and I were doing it together, in Italy on our anniversary; but all I can say is that it was a glorious day.
We wandered back by foot to the hotel in a dreamy food coma haze, happy and sated. What better way to spend our special day.