Classic Italian style outdoor grill

I noticed shortly thereafter that the typical gas Weber grills we’re accustomed to using in the States are non-existent here.  In fact, it’s possible you may see a round charcoal grill – but more often than not, it’s one of these large, permanent fixtures that people use to grill.

Jen may rule the kitchen around here, but I’ve always loved to rock the grill!  As soon as I learned of this wonderful outdoor oven (it’s really more of a wood burning oven, than a simple grill) I knew that we absolutely needed one.  However, we live in a condo with other families and we needed everyone’s approval before one of these beauties could bask in our communal yard.  Franco became the champion of the project and pitched it at the very next board meeting.  The grill got a unanimous vote and so when Jen’s parents were here visiting, we went to acquire the grill.

Franco, Dominic and Gianfranco discuss the various merits of certain grills with the clerk

Once again, I learned that things that are usually simple in the States (i.e. buying a car or procuring cell phones) is not necessarily the case in Italy.  Buying a grill requires many visits to the store, many discussions, lots of construction and many more discussions.  I was a little taken aback when Franco picked up cement and outdoor paint, realizing this was going to be a much bigger project than I originally expected.

Collaborating on the best way to load the grill into the truck

After our second or third visit to the hardware store, Dominic purchased the grill and we loaded it onto a friend’s truck.  He helped us deliver it to the building and we carried the unbelievably heavy grill, piece by piece into the yard.  A week or so into the project and we were only marginally complete.  The grill lay disassembled, piles of cement and stone until we all returned from a quick jaunt to Scotland.  By the time I was finally able to roll up my sleeves and start slinging cinder blocks – Jen’s parents had boarded a plane bound for the States.  Sadly, Dominic never got to enjoy the BBQ that he helped acquire.  That certainly didn’t stop his brother, Franco from encouraging me to send him images of our first festa (party).  Brothers will be brothers!

Construction begins

Stefano helps mix the cement as Franco and I set the frame

Stage One complete!

Claudia scolds me in Italian for dunking Julia’s head

Julia thought this was the funniest thing

Julia wanted to help

We place the final piece

And we’re done!  Our new grill is complete

My beautiful baby

The first party we had was a blast.  Our neighbors below are from Naples – and boy, do they know how to party.  They had extended family show up and bring delectable treats with them.  I was pushed away from the grill as Aurelia and her husband, Stefano took over.  As I watched a jaw-dropping amount of meat depart the grill – I was glad I had been sent to the sidelines.  I know now that I was out of my depth.  We feasted on pork ribs, beef ribs, lamb, porchetta, speck and various types of salsiccia (sausage).  Our waistlines thanked us for the grilled vegetables – eggplant, zucchini, peppers and more.  We devoured homemade salumi and cheeses that kept appearing each time I turned around.  Of course, the cheeses were from all over Italy (“this is from Veneto… aged 24 months” or “my grandmother made this in Napoli… it stayed under ground for 36 months”).  Hours later, the desserts (insert image of the best homemade tiramisu’s I’ve ever had) and then the coffee appeared.  This was quickly followed by round after round of grappa (homemade, of course).  All this – and it was just a first of many parties!

Franco shows me how it’s done

This was the first image that I sent to Dominic – I still feel guilty, but Franco and I got a kick out of it

Our first festa went late into the night

Since then, we’ve had many more outdoor parties – including a pizza party, where all the Napolitane baked their own bread and made pizza from scratch.

Setting the table

Now the food has arrived

All different types of homemade pizza

Various types of homemade cheeses from Napoli

Stefano got a mini-keg of beer

Aurelia teasing us for taking so many photos

The food was delicious

Cousins and nieces and nephews.  Neighbors and friends – the best kind of pizza party

This seemed to be the easiest way to transport all the grappa

When my parents were here visiting, we decided it was another good time for a BBQ.

Everyone gathers around, doing various tasks

Julia plays a little calico (soccer)

Stefano gets a few lookey-loo’s while grilling (including my dad, who couldn’t understand a word being said)

Beef ribs get a nice sear while the charcoals glow beautifully

Jen’s cousins, Franco and Claudia and my parents

Aurelia telling me “smettere” (stop) with the photos.  Her sister Angelina shows me the meat

The pot kept getting magically refilled with grilled meat before it was ever emptied

Everyone digs in

Julia was certainly no exception

Another late party

Another time, we wanted to bring all the family together and so all of Jen’s cousins came for a festa.

The younger generation of cousins pose together

I’ve used the grill for a simple meal for the five of us (myself, Jen and Julia along with Franco and Claudia) and not to be outdone by any Italians – I got about three times more meat than necessary.

Would you eat an entire picante peperoncino – Franco shows us how it’s done

All told, we’ve had a wonderful grilling season and while I’m anxious for the fall and then winter – I’m already looking forward to the time when I can dust off the ol’ tongs and have another Italian-style BBQ!