I had been to the Alimentari by our apartment many times. Mostly, if I was out of something, as it was a few steps away from where we lived. Again, it was one of those places I was scared half to death to open my mouth in. This was a full on locals only place. In the was, what I would define, as an illusive Starship Enterprise of food. The foods were composed of breads, meats and prepared foods. Frequently, I would see quick speaking Italian locals getting supplies for lunch or dinner. I wanted to be part of their crowd, but how? I could never get the nerve up to speak with that sort of confidence. But something caught my eye one day, my weakness, my kryptonite–sweets!
I had been doing errands with my son and was completely overwhelmed by how good he was being. Not to paint a picture of an evil five-year-old, but at times he’s a bit lonely. Hanging with his mom is rather boring. So, in an effort to reward him, I decided to mount my attack and overcome my fear of the Starship Enterprise in the Alimentari.
I shocked myself by walking in there with my head held high, like I owned the place. I had been there before and was acknowledged. In fact, the man behind the counter looked eager to wait on me. This made me think, were they running bets on when I would finally order something from the counter? He was kind when I told him in Italian, “Il mio Italian e Brutto” <My Italian is Ugly>. He laughed and said that was ok, “Piano, Piano”<Slowly, Slowly>. I then was able to order two sets of cookies selected by Mio Figlio <my son> , with out missing a beat, no hesitation on either side of the counter. I think we both were pretty proud of the transaction. I then cruised over to the cassa <cash register> and paid for my sweets.
Later that day, I just thought I would give one of the cookies a taste. I mean, I had to make sure they were not poison.
Oh. My. God. It felt like fireworks on the Fourth of July, like a party in my mouth. I had never tasted such a great blend of cookie to chocolate in my life. Oh, and believe me, I love my sweets and these were good ones! How could I have waited so long to approach that counter? What was I afraid of? Of well, so glad to have discovered another Italian treasure.