If I am blindly fond of Italy, it is not only because I have Italian blood (anecdote: my last name, Tramuta, was originally Tramutalo but shortened when our family’s ancestors arrived to Ellis Island) but because it was the first country I visited with my husband when we were a new, doe-eyed couple.
We spent almost a week in Rome in 2007, which was long before I discovered the work of Katie Parla, a food writer, food historian, culinary guide and fellow American whose stories about Rome’s evolution I have followed closely for years (she was also the inspiration behind one of my most popular posts!). It was also before I discovered Kristina Gill, a talented photographer and American expat whose work you may have seen on Design*Sponge, a site for which she serves as the food and drinks editor.
Not only do their experiences mirror my own in Paris, in my ways, but their new book “Tasting Rome: Fresh Flavors and Forgotten Recipes From an Ancient City ” taught me everything I needed to know to return to the city and experience it the informed way — that is, led entirely by my belly and their guidance.
What I found most fascinating about…
