Buona Pasqua

It's Easter, which can only mean two things - pastiera and tortanille!

Mmm... pastiera, chock full of wheat grains and 'moisture from orange blossoms'.

And the tortanille.  The real name is apparently casatiello (Jason says this is far too fancy, so tortanille it is), and it has it's own webpage (http://www.casatiello.it/) where you can find this genius poem:

Pasqua, Gesù è risorto. Tutto è bello,

pure pecchè se mangia ‘o casatiello.

Rotunno, gruosso, grasso e sapurito,

‘o vide, e te rinasce l’appetito.

Che d’è, te ne vuò fa sulo na’ fetta?

Cu chella ce  può fa Pasqua e Pasquetta.

Salame, pepe, nzogna, acqua e  farina,

e nu’ sacco ‘e formaggio pecorino:

ce vonno pur’e cicole ‘e maiale,

ca so’ pesante, ma nun fann male.

Pe copp’o casatiello stanno ll’ova:

ma comm’o po’ capì, chi nunn’o prova?

I think the third line could be my new motto, it's definitely an accurate description of me in any case.

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Jason is very excited about the tortanille, possibly because he saw how much butter went into it (it would have been lard, but we couldn't get any) plus the near half-kilo of cheese and cacciatore.  But also because apparently this effort looks much more like Nonna's than the last one I made.

This is Jason stealing a piece of cacciatore.

And this is us, Wingy and Bogan.  We went to the shops like this.