Happy Holidays to everyone from Anne, James and I. We are closed this week for the holidays and for a much needed rest. Thank you all for your support. We celebrated our 6 year of business on December 20th. It’s hard to believe we have been open for that long. It feels like yesterday when we cracked open the door for the first time. Much has changed and many things have remained the same. We opened Fleur last year. It has given us some much needed space. Fleur is warm when the weather turns cold. In the summer when the temps hit 100 degrees Fleur is wonderfully welcome with cold air from the air conditioner working hard to keep the Pilates studio next door bearable. We published two books in the last couple years with our friends Brad and Tim from Peloton. The books contain recipes and stories from the cafe and our travels to Italy.
We have baked bread and more bread. This photo above is of one of the first loaves that we baked before we opened. I always thought that I would bake bread at some point in my life. I didn’t realize I would make this many loaves. As we have gotten busier we have had to increase production. Our tiny kitchen has created many challenges for bread making.
The gardens expended this past year. I hired a gardener, Emily to help me. She’s kept everything green and healthy. I suppose she is the one with the green thumb. Currently the garden is full of beets, Swiss chard, rapini, collard greens and kale. The beets are ready. I’ll harvest them after our break and make a salad with some goat cheese and blood oranges.
Thanks again and Happy Holidays to all.
It’s almost here. We published our first Fiore Fresh in December of 2014. It was a wonderful experience working with Brad and Tim from Peloton Magazines (Move Press LLC). They helped us to create a book that told our story and gave the reader a glimpse of the workings of Fiore Market Cafe.
With the second publication we changed the format. It’s closer to a journal than a book. It contains recipes, photographs and stories from the cafe and from a recent trip to Italy. We think you’ll enjoy it.
We have set up a page to order the book using paypal.
We can ship it to you or if you live close by you can come in and pick it up.
I have been told by the printer that the second edition of Fresh will be ready by Thursday of next week. I will keep you posted.
We are back from Italy. We had a nice trip with our two boys Patrick and James and Patrick’s girlfriend Emma. We ate lots of Pizza. Drank many many caffes and had gelato twice at the same gelato bar in Rome. We were brought to this particular bar by Antonella who we met at Fiore Market Cafe. She has been a regular customer almost since the day we opened. Over the years we talked about meeting in Rome.. We got the chance the day after Christmas. Antonella took us on a lovely tour of Rome that culminated with a stop at Tre Scallini for gelato.
On Monday we met Marvi and Stefano’s mother Agusta at the Trastevere train station in Rome for another visit which also ended with a stop at the exact same gelato bar. They told us the exact same stories. It was as if they were related. I guess they are in the sense they are Romans.
The air was brisk for most of the time we were in Italy. The first few days, Christmas Eve and Christmas were fine. Not too cold. The sky was clear. The sunsets magnificent. We cooked the first two days and hardly spent a penny. The only time we did was for trips down to the blue bar for coffee. James and I opened the bar on Christmas Eve and Christmas day. Only because we were up at 4am due to jet lag. The barista couldn’t quite figure why these crazy Americans kept showing up so early. She asked me don’t you sleep. I replied that 6:00am is late compared to the time I rise in LA to bake bread at our cafe. Once we got adjusted to the jet lag we walked over about 7:30.
The sun doesn’t rise until 7:00 or 7:15. The windows to our apartment were covered from the inside by dark wood shutters which kept out the sun and the cold. It also allowed us to sleep in..
On Christmas we roasted a chicken Fiore style. I bought the chicken at the supermarket. It looked like something you might find in LA. It was a whole chicken placed on a Styrofoam plate wrapped in plastic wrap. I was expecting to see the chicken in the deli case hung upside down with the legs and neck still intact. Were the Italians becoming like us, I thought to myself? Later the evening we started to prepare our Christmas dinner. With the family by my side doing other things to get the dinner ready I unwrapped the plastic and grabbed the chicken expecting to see the same sort of thing I see daily when I prepare chicken at Fiore. I normally have to pull the innards from inside the cavity before I clean, salt and pepper the bird. This time in that cold apartment in Italy it was different. As I lifted the bird from the plastic plate it’s neck and head and legs and feet popped out. They were still attached. Everyone shrieked.
We managed to roast it none the less and it tasted good, real good. I sauteed some bitter greens and roasted potatoes in good olive oil. Anne dressed the salad with balsamic vinegar and that same olive oil. It was simple, but exactly the ways Italians eat a salad.
We enjoyed our dinner at the table by a blazing fire. It was our first night together and the start to our week.
The book is back in stock. Stop by to pick up your copy.