Shortly after Christmas, I was beginning to tire of pizza and pasta. Not to say that there isn’t variety in Italian food — apple and gorgonozola pizza, you ask? Pesto and almond? Of course, just head to Taverna Etrusca downstairs. But nevertheless, I was craving some Tex-Mex.
By this time, Sabrina had returned and proposed Mexican night at Alessandro’s house. She couldn’t help grocery shop because she had to work, so Simone, Alessandro and I spent the day at Ipercoop, Viterbo’s version of SuperTarget, picking up supplies.
“What is an aaavvvocatto?” they asked. “Tortilla? Like bread?”
We had to go to several different places, including the International Store on Via Cairoli, but we managed to find everything or adequate substitutes.
When Sabrina finished work she came right over and helped cook. We had to fry sliced tortillas in olive oil to make chips, but somehow it all worked!
Sabrina interestedly tested the green slop called “guacamole” and handed out quesadillas. The guac was a huge hit, though many remained skeptical of what exactly they were eating.
Author’s note: I wrote the post above during the academic year of 2007-2008 when, not knowing one word of Italian, I decided to spend the year in Italy living with a host family. I went through School Year Abroad (SYA), a program I cannot recommend highly enough.