Tonight we dined at 'da Gemma', a fabulous Italian restaurant set out on a balcony beside the town square in Amalfi. Amber described her meal as the best of her life.
A standout from the meal was the Caprese salad (the one Gemma is obsessed with, however this went to the next level), in three variations: cream of tomato with a buffalo mozzarella foam; a croquette of mozzarella, basil and tomato crumbed and deep fried; and three variations of tomato with fresh basil and mozzarella. The plate was garnished with a cream of basil and olive oil. To die for.
However, nothing can beat the stand-out mumisode of the trip so far. As a complimentary addition to the meal, after our dessert and coffee, the waiter brought out a round of limoncellos in shot glasses and some biscotti. Dad, Gemma, Amber and David smiled graciously at the waiter and proceeded to finish their dessert and eat the biscotti. Mum on the other hand decided that she would drink the limoncello and before we knew it, had pronounced, "Mm, just like lemon cordial!" Within seconds, a different sound erupted from Mum as she felt a burning sensation down the back of her throat. She clasped her serviette over her face, pursed her lips and continued to gasp. Amber told Mum to stop performing and to hide her distaste so as to be polite.
After a few minutes of recovery, Mum leaned in and asked Dad, "What is it?" to which Dad responded, "Liqueur. Alcohol."
Mum clasped her serviette over her face again and then proceeded to point at her belly and exclaim, "I can feel it in here!"
Gemma, Amber and David were practically in hysterics as we had all watched in stunned silence as Mum, of all people, took a shot of limoncello.
After arriving back at our apartment, Mum has continued to amuse us with the following statements:
"I hope I don't get drunk."
"I am leaning a bit to the side."
"Oh, my word."
"I'm a bit unsteady!"
Need we say more?