Italy.
My favorite place in the world. (...other than home of course). I've always had a fascination with Italy, why, I couldn't say. But two summers ago, after a bad break up, I was out of here. I decided exactly one day short of a month before leaving that I was going to travel to Italy for 7 weeks, and sail around Greece afterward with a friend who was interning in London. I traveled for a week.5, Au Paired for 6 weeks, and then caught a flight to Athens to meet up with Rebecca.
But in the midst of AuPairing (possibly being one of the hardest challenges I've ever faced), or isolating myself from everything I knew for a prolonged period of time (while carrying a broken heart), something amazing happened.
I fell in love.
And not with a person, thank god. But with a feeling. Independence, happiness, faith. Smiles, pizza ...words that end in -ini. Trains that don't leave on time, or some days at all for that matter. Children complaining in a language I didn't understand. Hand gestures that were intimidating by no rhyme, nor reason.
It was the most amazing time of my life, and I was captivated. I wasn't home long before I was on the first flight back that I could get. And so it began. Italy, part II. Except this time, I was there to study. And not just for 7 weeks, but for 5 months.
It wasn't long before I began exploring the culinary scene in Florence. Grabbing every carb and conjugation I could get. But a few weeks into the semester I found the most incredible panini ever created, at a restaurant called "NOE".
It's a hole in the wall, not big enough to fit 3 people, but they make the most incredible paninis in all of Italy (and therefore, all of the world). None of the sandwiches had names, just numbers written on a piece of parchment, taped to the wall, that looked like it had been there since Machiavelli himself.
Lucca, the owner, and I became fast friends. Frequent visit's'll getcha. I asked many many times, but he refused to tell me the secret sauce on the #9. It was a red paste sauce, spicy as hell, but subtle with a huge kick. "Cayenne?" I'd ask. "Noooo, Loren." "Tomato with jalepeno heat?" "Nooo, Loren."
So in May of 2012 I ate my final #9 and left defeated. Craving. Until a few weeks ago something miraculous happened! My mom called and barely said "hello" before she could spit out "you won't believe this, but I think I figured out the #9 Sauce."
Sure enough, mother knows best. Sriracha!
I made it last night, and though it wasn't Lucca's original, it was pretty damn close. And perfect for this college girl's kitchen.
Directions:
Preheat oven to 350.
Ingredients:
1 Sub Roll
1 Red Onion
Brie
Turkey (deli meat)
Toast Sub roll until golden brown.
Caramelize onions in pan on stove.
Combine all.
ENJOY!