I know, it's disgraceful that I haven't posted in more than a month. That has never been the case since I started this blog more than two years ago. However, while my apology to you readers is sincere I must tell you that I'm quite thrilled and rested after this break. You see, I've been....playing! And traveling! And in general having a really wonderful month focusing on quality live-human-time and no online-social-time and it's been wonderful! Where have I been? Oregon, Italy, Idaho, Montana...for the main highlights. No, I didn't take a lot of food photographs and compile recipes for this blog. It really has been a break. But, now I'm back and ready to show you the one place, the one amazing experience that was SO good that I did capture images.
Scrumptious Readers, meet Ristorante L'Arca. An absolutely beautiful, quaint and breathtaking restaurant nestled in the volcanic rock mountainside of Ischia, Italy. As you can see, the setting was incredible. But, the food.... oh, Mamma Mia, the food was exquisite.
We started off with this trio of bruschetta.
Perfectly grilled bread lightly kissed with garlic and olive oil then draped with the richest, ripest tomatoes dressed in fresh pressed extra virgin olive oil, baby onions and fresh basil. Or, with fresh buffalo mozzarella added in and the third, with fresh and tender cannellini beans. The beans were absolute perfection. Not from a can, but from a pod and then dried. Not soggy but cooked through yet still with structure. Actually, the beans were al dente, just like every good Italian cook makes his or her pasta. When taking a bite of the bean bruschetta, the textures melded into a balanced bite of creamy and crunchy, tender and solid with a rich and nutty garlic flavor and grassy olive oil finish. It was the best bruschetta I've had. Ever.
Mr. Scrumptious won the Best Entree award, with his superbly executed meal of fresh hand-made pasta with mussels. ALL OF IT was fresh. Every component was at the peak of ripeness, freshness, and thus maximum flavor!
The tomato sauce was nothing other than the ripest tomato, gentlest garlic and onion and green-spicy olive oil. The sauce was simple yet perfect and the mussels were plump, juicy, smelling and tasting of the sea from whence they came that same morning. Nothing was shipped across country, across continent, across the world. Every ingredient came from that tiny little island in the Mediterranean Sea, off the coast of Naples.
It was a perfect meal and only after we ordered did it occur to us that we'd missed the local specialty; rabbit. We called over the waiter and asked him about it even though it was too late, we'd already committed to our other dishes. In response to our question, "How's the rabbit?", we got the perfect and typical Italian waiter response: "In my opinion, it is the best rabbit (in Italy? In the world?). It is my mother's." Next time, we'll try it.



















