♫ Food, Glorious Food…

This is what happens when I have a kitchen.

I never got a picture of the crêpes because, frankly, they were eaten as quickly as they were made. Judging by this, you can imagine how they were.  One night, they were dessert crêpes, the other night, dinner crêpes (and the rest of the batter became dessert ones!)

This is the filling for the dinner crêpes: (a mix of miscellaneous veggies/meats we had in our fridge along with garlic and onions)

As for the Ponte Tresa Market, it was incredible. The prices in Italy overall are much lower than the prices in Switzerland. We were on the free (paid for by SGA) train, but for CHF5, it definitely pays for itself. The market was a mix of a fresh market and a flea market. There were stands with breads, cheeses, meats, fruits & veggies, clothes, shoes, animals (rabbits, birds, etc), everything that you could possible want. If, however, there is something that isn’t there (alcohol), you walk down the street a bit to the grocery store. Once again, the prices are extremely cheap (alcohol especially). (I sound like a drunkard, but I promise, I am not.) For a decent bottle of wine, you might pay up to 5 euros. I got mine for 2-3 euros each. Groceries (oils, eggs, milk, etc) are around 30-40% cheaper–except spices. Spices you buy in Switzerland–much, much cheaper.

Back to the market: We were deciding what to make for dinner that night. Obviously, we needed garlic, onions, bread. Jodi went to buy what she thought was garlic (which turned out to be tiny-not pearl-onions). When she handed them to the lady, the price rang up as .15 euros. She handed her a 5 and was given it back. Free. the produce was free. When we went to the bread stand, the man cut a few pieces for us to try–of course it was delicious. Trying to actually BUY the bread was the fun part, considering none of us (me, Jodi, Liz) speak Italian… Jodi speaks German though. The interesting part is, everyone says their numbers (for the prices) in German. A nice old lady was our liaison, however, she spoke no English. It was an odd process, but in the end, we got our bread. :)

Back in the dorm that night, it was time to cook.

Liz bought some cherry tomatoes at the grocery store:

and add that with all the other ingredients:

butter, garlic, and parmesan the bread:

and voila!

We, unfortunately, don’t have any serving bowls, so our pasta is served in the pot. Classy, right?

At Franklin, Tuesdays are “party nights” because there are usually no classes on Wednesdays, and, if there are, they are late in the day. The three of us, in honor of party Tuesday didn’t go out and drink (like many do). Oh no, we made these:

It’s basically a s’more, only better. The left-over bread from Ponte Tresa was cut up into three pieces. As one side was toasting in butter (in our skillet), the other side was covered in nutella and the BEST marshmallows in the world (made by Haribo).

Then, to finish the night, we watched Hercules and The Rocky Horror Picture Show.

We know how to party hard. Everyone else is just doing it wrong.

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