One of the most memorable New Year’s Eve celebrations I have ever attended was in Pietralunga, Italy. My husband, Bert, and I had left the States the day after Christmas and arrived at our house, Caifiordi, on Dec. 27th. Our initial plan had been to spend a quiet New Year’s Eve with a home cooked Italian meal by the fireplace at Caifiordi. Nothing wrong with that plan; it would have been delightful. Our sense of adventure took over, however, when we heard that one of the hotels in Pietralunga had a huge New Year’s Eve celebration including dinner and dance. At this point in time, our Italian was deplorable so we were very uncertain as to the details of this celebration. The only thing we knew for certain was the location. So we dressed in our finery and made our way to the Candeletto, the Swiss looking hotel in the tourist zone outside Pietralunga.
We arrived a little after 8, which we thought would be in keeping with the normal Italian custom of eating dinner late. We also arrived without reservations, something we never even considered necessary. Of course, as our luck would have it, the restaurant was full, not a spare seat to be seen, and the antipasti was already being served. An understanding restaurant manager, realizing that we were strangers, demonstrated the exuberant Umbrian hospitality I have come to know and love. He quickly set up a table for two near a much larger group, served us antipasti and wine and otherwise settled us into a long evening of food and festivities.
And then the food. There are simply Happy new year 2020 no words to describe the quality and quantity of the food we ate that evening or the flourish with which each course was presented. The antipasti consisted of various traditional meats and cheeses, olives, and crostini (small rounds of baquette covered with spreads made of chicken pate, olive paste or vegetable pate). Then the pasta-not one kind but two. The first with a white sauce and the local procini mushrooms so highly prized in this part of Umbria. The second with a heartier red ragu sauce. In between the courses, in the Italian way, was time to engage in conversation and people watching-probably designed as an aid to the digestion. Now the meat course-beautiful pieces of pork, lamp, and chicken-with vegetable side dishes. Then the salad served in the European custom last as an aid to digestion. Following that were fruit and two desserts. Throughout we had been served various white and red wines to complement each course and, just at the stroke of midnight, a glass of prosecco (the Italian sparkling wine) arrived. We all went outside onto the terrace where we would look down onto the lights of Pietralunga. We had sparklers to waive while we drank our prosecco, the bells rang out and everyone wished each other “auguri”-“anno nuovo felice”-congratulations, happy new year.