Another year at the Italian Festival in Seattle!
There is something about a gathering of Italians–and “wanna-be ” Italians–that makes me look forward to fall in Seattle. Mother Nature was certainly smiling down upon us–the sun was shining and the weather was perfect!
My two very favorite things about the festival are the celebrity chef and, of course, the music. I wait patiently to see our version of the Three Tenors–Fortissimo!
Above: Seattle’s Version of the Three Tenors!
My entire family loves Salumi’s Artisan Cured Meats –Mario Batali’s father owns the shop in Seattle, and his salumis are the best ever! I’ve never tasted anything like it! If you haven’t tried it, you really must.
Sean and I both picked up a nice chunk of Salumi’s Guanciale too.
We are quite the mix here: Jewish (Sean’s fiancee), part Mexican (my husband) , Irish (step-dad), and of course the Italians (the people with good hair). 😉 On this day, we are all Italian, which means we are all beautiful! I tease– I am grateful for the diversity in my family. I can only wish to be as beautiful inside and out as the people you see in the photo above!
Tony La Stella & The Goombas are a lot of fun, and the gorgeous little lady on the left can sing Mambo Italiano like nobody’s business!
They really livened up the day.
Nick Stellino was always a hottie, but now he has hired a trainer! Look at this guy!
Check out that pasta!
He is such a kind hearted, funny, and very entertaining chef.
We scored and were able to taste his food…
You want to cook great Italian food? Buy Nick Stellino’s cookbooks. You won’t regret it.
I’m sorry to have to say this, and I won’t say which bakery makes them, but this is the worst cannoli I’ve ever tasted in my life. Too bad. I hope people who attend the festival don’t think this is how a cannoli tastes. It wasn’t only soggy–it was stale and it fell apart like wet cardboard. Look at me struggle to hold it together with my finger tips.
Ma calls them Gan-nolis. Nobody really knows why. The lady is 100% Sicilian. It’s sad really, but we love her to death.
Here she is with her GAN-noli. Please don’t ask her to say sandwich. We go round and round with that one. She calls them “sang-wiches”. Maybe her sandwiches sing to her? Again, we love you Ma!
My son, Sean.
Looking at this picture, it seems I chose the wrong name. He looks more like a “Vinnie”. I’m saying that with love Sean. I’m sure you can feel it through my writing. Mama loves you Vinnie!
Is Nick giving me a thumbs up, or is he asking security to remove the lady who keeps cutting up front and shooting photos? Hard to tell.
There you have it! I look forward to the Italian Festival in 2010!
Now go sing a few lines of ‘O Sole Mio, pour yourself a glass of red wine, and make a huge pot of spaghetti and meatballs!