Author Archives: Bill Disselhorst

About Bill Disselhorst

I am a bloody Irishman, but a real Italian Wannabe. I'll take Italy over Los Angeles and Dublin any day. Give me a plate of homemade pasta and an espresso with lots of crema and when I am through eating and I'll think I am in heavan.

Fiore Market Cafe Farms

Our intention was always to have a garden at Fiore Market Cafe. We were inspired by the gardens in Italy. We loved the look of the rustic gardens and the utility of them. Gardens are planted seasonally. Daily the gardens are harvested by the owners with the precious crop being used for daily meals. To us, there is something special about this. We have tried to replicate this idea.

Our gardens are nice to look at, but so far they haven’t produced enough.

This summer has been better. We have harvested over 100 heirloom tomatoes, maybe a little more. We have made countless tomato sandwiches with the tomatoes. We planted the tomatoes at intervals so that we have tomatoes ripening until late fall.

We also planted Persian cucumbers and have harvested about 15-20 so far. This is about how many we use on a daily basis so we have a long way to go to being self sufficient.

Here are a few photographs from our three gardens.

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Second Edition of Fresh to be ready next week

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.

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Casperia 2014

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.






















Fiore Market Cafe Fresh Cookbook


The book is back in stock. Stop by to pick up your copy.

December 20th at Fiore Market Cafe

Saturday December 20th is the date of Fiore Market Cafe’s 4 year anniversary. It’s also the last day of business before we start our holiday vacation. Anne and I and our two sons are taking a trip to Italy. We will reopen Saturday January 3rd.

On the 20th we will have Christmas Carols in the early afternoon followed by a short book signing for anyone who wishes to have their Fiore Market Cafe  cookbook signed.

If you are looking to purchase gift certificates for the holidays make sure to stop by next week. We also have jams and other goodies which make for good stocking stuffers

Casperia from

Casperia Italy

These Hands

Here is a little teaser from the cookbook. I especially love this photograph. I took it in 2005 during a trip to Italy. Take a close look at these hands. They are the hands of a worker, a very gifted cook.

these hands

Fiore Market Cafe Cookbook


It’s finally done. A big thanks to Brad Roe and Tim Schamber of Peloton Magazine for making it happen. Tim took our photographs, recipes, and stories and created something very unique and special. The book tells our story and gives away some of our secrets.

The book is being printed  and should be ready by December 3rd at the latest. It will be for sale at Fiore Market Cafe and will cost $30 plus tax.