Lucullian delights
åh va gott!
Ah! These recipes containing broad beans. They're one of my favourite vegetables and I put in the first sowing about three weeks ago. I check every day to see if they are coming up. Come spring, I'll be referring back to here.
appetissant ! you are right Italian and food are a whole story and you can spend hours speaking about it ! Hummm what a pleasure !
Yes, you are so lucky to live in Italy, where overt sensualism is accepted and not frowned upon--and lucky also to live in a place where you have such an array of fresh beans available. Here, the fresh bean selection (at this time of year, anyway) is limited to green (or string) beans (as we call them in the U.S.) and peas (snowpeas, usually). Just the other day, I was having a discussion about this with a friend. She had just made a risotto with fresh fava beans. I couldn't do it here, in New England, because no one seems to grow them here...
What are the little dice on the salad? Avocado?
From the photograph, it looks as though you've used runner beans, not broad beans (which in Italian and American are Fava beans).
Looks delicious though.
rami-tack!
Helen-Good luck but as you can see below I have made a mistake, these are runner beans!
anon-thanks whoeveryou are!
Lilian Yes I feel lucky and you are right, I forgot to include the diced cucumber in the recipe! Thanks for being so observant!
Catherine-THANKS A LOT! I have now corrected my error!
Ilva - sorry I've been absent from writing. This is a fabulous post...I can really understand how you must feel. Thank you for sharing those impressions.
Oh, your "Seaside" picture is soooo beautiful and enticing...I'm ready for summer!
Will write soon! xo, Jeni
what beautiful pictures!
Wonderful salad Ilva, I was just thining of using avocados more often... I will definitely try it soon 
Thank you, Margot
YOur right Ilva...it is delightful how the Italians have incredible interest for food and how nice it is to share food with them!
I felt at home when I went to Lake Como..how friendly people were, and what fun I had when we went out at night!!!
This is mostly to second or third or fourth some of the other comments here, but yes it is so true about eating in Italy. I love visiting your blog because it reminds me so presently of the little time I've spent travelling and eating there.
I speak no Italian, and I found it to be so often the case, sitting at a communal table or close to Italians in restaurants, that they would chime into our discussion of the food with comments or explanations--we were having a ragu di fangiano at Trattoria Mario in Firenze and I couldn't figure out what fangiano was! Our tablemate offered, "It's like...it's like a wild chicken." Ha!
I love the blog, thanks for everything.
Beautiful salad, and a great comment that I enjoyed reading too.
jeni-don't worry! Did you enjoy Italy??
diva-Thanks!
margot-Thanks! yes I should use them more often myself actually!
anne-yes they do know how to enjoy themselves I find!
BB-Thanks! And this same thing has happened to so many of my friends visiting Italy and I daily encounter this kind of generosity!
aagje-grump!
For some reason those radishes really look heavenly to me, the dish looks wonderful but the radishes are what makes me really want to enjoy it - and I not really fond of radishes. Must just be the way you put it on the plate and get the photo.
That is a terrific word: outsidership. Like even if you belong you still own being different. That appeals to me.
Yes, so they are runner beans. But that's all right, because they grow in my garden, too, in great profusion. I thought you must have used very young broad beans and cooked the pod and all, which people sometimes do. However, if I'd looked more carefully I'd have seen they weren't quite the right shape. Anyway, you had broad beans in a recipe just a few posts back.
Tanna-the radishes are different when you steam them, try it!
helen-yes I did! All these bean names in three languages, it's like a jungle for me!
Ah, tell me about "outsidership"! I spent all my childhood and teens in Sweden feeling like I didn't fit in.
What a relief to move to France, where I can't even try to fit in, so I can be just me!
They look to pretty to eat. I wish I liked cucumber 
You call those runner beans - I call them flat Italian beans! They're different than the runner beans I've seen in the British gardens...
Whatever, I love them and we get them here in France in the spring.
I usually plant a row or two in my garden - but I have to buy the seeds in the U.S.
Oh, the French just call them beans...
I'm going to make your salad!
Oh delicious! I love all the ingredients in that salad and it just looks so lovely... I know what you mean abotu outsidership - and it is true that you don't fit into the social strata of your adopted country as neatly as the natives do. Which is sometimes enough to make me want to pack my bags and head home to where people understand me... but at other times makes it possible for me to slip in and out of social circles that I might not necessarily enter at home, so very liberating. As with all aspects of living in an adopted country, it's a double-edged sword 
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