It means “drowned” in Italian. To me it sounds like a smoky word. Like being enveloped in an atmosphere that makes your head spin. But in a good way. Because that’s what this drink-slash-dessert does. It spins you to another continent. That peninsula that looks like a boot. The Italian wild outdoors with its mountains, and forests, and hills, and vineyards, and beaches (yes, they have it all). Or maybe it’s indoors. In a wood paneled room with small wooden tables covered in many-times-used-but-clean white tablecloths. Maybe the wind is blowing cold outside the window but inside the quiet murmur of diners fills the room with that atmosphere…that heady atmosphere of Italy. Real Italy. Pasta on the table, maybe a lamb chop, some sautéed escarole, and then this. Affogato. Simple. A small glass with a scoop of gelato. A gentle pour of steaming espresso. And that’s it. Eat it right away. The gelato melts as you spoon…at first icy, then warm, then melted, with the flavor of deep coffee holding your hand all along the way.
|Lettie loves Italy..|