When we got to Trevi, there was a carnival-like atmosphere in the parking lot, with trucks selling everything from organic honey to candy to Cippolini onions, and fresh produce.
|Think I saw this guy at the Del Mar Fair!|
Upon entering the city, your senses are assaulted with the noise, smoke from the fires cooking sausages, and the smell of celery. Yes, celery does have a aroma, and when it’s grown organically under DOP seal, as it is here, it’s sublime.
Our friend Anne headed towards the band that was playing and then proceeded to drag us all into the fray---I took movies, but told my friends that they are for sale.
The sausage grillers were working hard with grills that had flames as high as 5 feet at some points.
Unfortunately they weren’t working fast enough for this group!
|Even the president of the commune was cutting rolls---in his suit and tie!|
The celery was for sale in the square, and each farmer has a story to tell.
This gentleman is in his 90’s and still farming and selling his celery.
This is the prize winner for the night.
After 1 1/2 hours in the square, we headed for our dinner at a tavern located down the hill on a twisty side street---an all celery extravaganza.
|Crostini with sausage and celery|
|Celery tortino with lardo|
|Sausage stuffed celery with ragu|
|Wild Boar Stew|
|Filet of beef with celery and Sagrantino sauce|
|Raw Celery with extra virgin olive oil, salt and pepper|
|Panna Cotta with sweet celery garnish|
|Eating with the locals|