It was apparently fashionable,
because everywhere I looked, everyone had one.
In the piazzas.
At street and canal side cafes...in restaurants.
These beautiful orange hued drinks.
In unassuming tumblers, in fancy goblets...
with ice and a slice of orange, the slightest effervescence barely visible.
I had to try one...
So sitting outside a tiny corner cafe in Venice,
down a narrow alley, over a canal and next to an imposing church...
I had my first taste of aperol.
It's not an easy taste to describe.
You get sweet orange with a hint of a familiar bitter citrus.
There are interesting herbal notes.
It's sweet but at the same time it's not.
And what the Italians do with it, is pure magic...
This is one of the most refreshing drinks I've ever had.
It's light, airy almost...truly a perfect aperitif!
So this week I made us one...
We sat in the backyard as the evening cooled,
and if but for a moment, when I closed my eyes...
I was back at that cozy Venice cafe.
Listening to the rapid fire conversations float outside
to our table through the open doors.
The sun peeking through the alley, warming my face.
Warm mozzarella melting in my panini.
Our contented conversation as we enjoyed a perfect day.