Posted by Loulou on Apr 28, 2013 | 2 comments

Rome’s beautiful bells are ringing out at 17:30 (5:30) and my dinnertime is coming up. I’m helping mama make osso buco (the white kind, NOT the tomato kind, which mama thinks is simply not as good!) for a dinner party on Monday night and I’m going pazza with the smell of seared veal and garlic and broth simmering on the stove (it’s right next to my kitty bowl—these guys are torturing me!) and on the day of the dinner, I’m going to have to smell her bitter chocolate pecan cake rising in the oven and THAT’S going to drive me right up the curtains (if there were any, but I’ll probably go up whatever it is I can go up).

I know that people think kitties only eat Felix or Sheba or any old canned supermarket food for cats (except some kitties who get organic tuna in extra virgin olive oil—lucky ducks!), but I’m here to tell you that when I’m in Rome, my craving for fresh anchovies and mozzarella (only hours old) with fresh tomatoes and bistecca alla fiorentina and stracetti con arugula and pollo alla diavolo sometimes makes me cat-atonic.

And mama has cooked all of these things for years for Italian friends and they seem to be very happy to partake of all of the above, not to mention all the rest of the recipes in her book, Rome, At Home, la cucina romana in your own kitchen, which has to be the easiest cookbook in the world for anyone—even people who are just starting to cook.

Just two days ago, in the Editorial Section of the IHT (would you believe it?), mama read me an article on how commercial foods are taking over and the author asked whether you’d like a corporation cooking in your kitchen or a human being, and I say, “Cooks or would-be-cooks everywhere, unite!” I’ll even give up one of my playtimes with mama if you’ll cook again.

Kitty cooks, get your mamas, papas, brothers, sisters back in their kitchens to make delicious, healthy leftovers for us kitties!!