Tell me that doesn’t look like the best thing on the planet. That’s the brunch pizza at Gina La Fornarina, which I write about…oh, all the time…and it’s what I ate for my birthday brunch on Saturday, post-playground excursion. (If you go, the brunch pizza is no longer on the menu, but they’ll still make it for you if you ask nicely.)
Following an afternoon nap, we stopped over at my parents’ place for some wine before heading out to dinner at another one of my favorite spots, Trattoria Casa di Isacco (full review here).
What makes dinner at this place so fun is mostly the owner, Isacco, who runs between tables depositing little plates of delicious things (like this wild boar, which is UNBELIEVABLE rolled in soft bread with a little manchego).
For Memorial Day, we headed to the Jersey Shore to visit Francesca and her family.
This is some good beach food, right here. (Lightly toasted pita filled with avocado, tomato, hard cheddar, and salt.)
I needed a day like this one. Good for the soul and all. (Or it was good for mine, anyway: Indy was a little dubious about the whole sand-and-sea thing, as you can see in this picture. He’s also sort of petrified of grass. We’re working on it.)
Perfect summer dinner: grilled skirt steak sliced over arugula salad…
…and homemade ice cream in vintage apple bowls.