This dish is so easy to prepare, just arrange the food on a sheet pan drizzle with olive oil and chianti and shove it into a hot oven.
Roast Sausages with Grapes and Fennel
- Extra Virgin Olive Oil
- Salt and pepper
- Balsamic Drizzle
- 2 pounds Italian sausage links
- 1 pound red potatoes or fingerlings
- 5 to 6 cups stemmed black or red seedless grapes
- 4 sprigs rosemary, stemmed
- 2 bulbs fennel, halved and thinly sliced
- 1 cup Chianti wine
- Crusty bread, for serving
- Preheat oven to 450°F
- Place the sausages on a large sheet tray.
- Arrange the grapes, potatoes, rosemary and fennel alongside, not on top of, the sausages.
- Drizzle generously with olive oil all over.
- Then drizzle chianti and season with salt and pepper.
- Roast sausages for 25-30 minutes.
- Casings should be brown and crispy and the sausages are cooked through.
- Serve with crusty bread.
10/8. After wandering around the campo and Duomo of Siena, we decided to head over to the hill town of Montepulciano. Or rather, we gambled and after using my limited Italian to secure a late dinner reservation at Osteria dell’ Aquacheta, a Rick Steve’s recommendation, we programmed the route into the Opel’s GPS and off we went. Very winding back roads, but made it to the town. These hill towns let you park outside their medieval gates and walk (ok hike) in. Montepulciano is known for a particular type of wine. The town was quaint, and had a fort at the end. Its most amazing feature was the view. Everywhere was a panoramic point, so we took lots of pictures.
Our dinner reservation wasn’t until 9:15, and for those of you who know us well, that’s really, really late for us, so with time to kill, we decided to drive the countryside a bit. Let’s just say dark winding Italian roads, roundabouts with many exits, and rumbling tummies. Returned in time for a wonderful long dinner of Steak! And then a long winding road back to San Gimignano by 3am. Needless to say, taking it easy a bit the next day. One note: Never fail to turn down a little street or you might miss the chocolate shop!
After the non stop sightseeing, throngs of people everywhere, and hot humid weather of southern Italy, San Gimignano is literally a breath a fresh air. A late evening thunderstorm brought us and Tuscany into fall. The air is now drier and cooler. However, the sun is lightly warm on our skin and the absolutely stunning Tuscan countryside. From the hill top of the Town of Fine Towers, San Gimignano, we are enjoying a much needed slower pace.
Knock, knock! Let us in.
A couple of towers on Piazza di Cisterna
A couple of views from the top
So silly us. “It can’t be that far, let’s walk to the Appian Way and catacombs.” Sure. 5 miles one way. Along the way, we walked by the Circus Maximus, imagining chariot races. Stopped to get a walking breakfast required more Italian than I know, but the shopkeeper was very gracious anyway. The road was beautiful on this early morning, even if we can’t understand why the Italians rush everywhere. Maybe because they are not on vacation! The tour of the catacombs was wonderful. 12 miles of underground crypts, with 4 levels dating back to the 1st century A. D. Before A.D. people were placed in “Cities of the dead.” Took the bus back to the city because five miles! Then a quick trip up to the garden of eden, or Villa Borghese. Yes, more sculptures! Our doggies were dragging, so after a peep at the Spanish Steps, and quick snaps of the Keats-Shelly House and Casa Byron, stopped to have gelato at Venchi. Delicious! Dragged ourselves back to Trastavere, and are now sprawled on the bed. A very good day.
10/1. Walked to Sorrento today from Saint Angello. The town dresses up in black and goes “strolling” daily. Why black? I have no idea. We found this little (but oh so long) shopping ally, and wandered down it until I found a shop that sold handmade terra-cotta statues. I bought a little “good luck” monk. We sat in the piazza for lunch, then rooted out David’s Gelato, for our first, but I’m sure not last, taste of the cold creamy heaven. We then walked down endless stairs to the port and hopped a boat to the isle of Capri. The “funicular” tram was packed, so I talked Ted into following the narrow and steep stairs where the sign said “Centro Capri”. Yeah, Ok, it was me who pooped out about 1/2 way up, but it was a great view all the same. We came back to Sorrento, tired but happy. Had dinner tonight in Saint Angello at the very local “two guys” restaurant.