I can’t believe I forgot to mention Chelsea Market in my last post! We came into Chelsea Market after walking the length of the amazing High Line park. I goggled as I walked through The Lobster Place staring at the cases full of impeccably fresh fish of every kind I’d ever heard of (plus some I hadn’t).
But it was in Buon Italia, the emporium of imported Italian food, that I nearly wept with envy, joy, and frustrated desire. The cured pork products alone: Speck! Lardo! Porchetta! Things I read about and want to taste, to cook with, but lack access to. I knew we didn’t have much space in our suitcases, so I heroically limited myself to one bag each of gorgeous dried porcini and chanterelle mushrooms, a little tub of large capers packed in salt, and a tiny jar of bottarga (salt-cured mullet roe that I know I have recipes for around somewhere).
Arne and I made ecstatic plans to return for a week, rent a place with a kitchen, shop for ingredients every day, and cook every night. Someday….