Posted by on Mar 27, 2012 in Pizza | 8 comments

One of the very first expressions I began hearing over and over in Italy commencing in Emilia-Romagna into Liguria was allóra.  

MP and I arrived in Bologna to exchange homes with a couple, both attorneys, and their two children.  Stephano, Corinna, Frederico, and Laura were already comfortably settled in our home.

After finding our way to Reggio Nell Emilia









where we established base camp, the first thing on our agenda was of course, food.

Navigating the streets with the locals on our quest for, Pranzo was when I first began hearing the musical interlude of a common expression, allóra.  A clue to what it meant was in listening to the intonation of the voice who sang it.

A mother would pause, sigh and say, “Allóra” gathering her wandering children to her.

A waiter would carry a cappuccino to us and start with, allóra as he gave us the occasion to immerse ourselves in the moment.

If yelled, it could mean, Watch out!

Speaking it with raised eyebrows, indicated a question quite possibly followed by pursed lips.

I finally determined it may possibly, calmly mean okay, relax have a pizza.

I love the greeting because it gives me chance to collect my Italian memories…

Allóra.  Alrighty then!

An invitation to learn how to make bread and pizza in Italy is a precious and fond memory.









Dinner at Paulo and Essee's home.  Keep in mind, we did not know these kind people.

The person who invited us to the party wasn't able to be there that day.

We spoke no Italian and they spoke no English.









Alberto and Poppy watched the Summer Games together











while Essee taught me how to make Tuscan breads and pizza.











Approval came quickly.





































Tuscan Rosette









Outside to light the fire in the pizza oven...









and to prepare the pomodoro.









Annalisa and I shaping the little pizzas.  Everyone made one or two!









I had baked a Tuscan loaf as a gift (on the left) not knowing I was to be treated to Essee's lesson as a gift to me.









As the sun set over the terraced grounds, more people began to arrive.

It was an all day affair.  While the girls simultaneously proofed and kneaded, we heard collective shouts of  USA, USA, and Italia from the men.  We shared aprons, flour, yeast, water, oil, tomatoes, wine, friends, and laughter without common language.  We shared a universal love.











Allóra, then the photos began to get blurry.

Would you like to learn how to make a simple pizza dough?

I  can show you step by step.  No kneading.


  1. 3-27-2012

    Yes, I would love to have the simple pizza dough recipe. Great pics!

    • 3-27-2012

      I am on it for the next post!

  2. 3-27-2012

    One of the great meals of our adventure in Italy. Hospitality has no language barrier.

  3. 3-27-2012

    Love these! Jereme chuckled at the end. Blurry pics 😉

    • 3-27-2012

      Tell Jereme there was responsible wine drinking. The wine did not come out until the pizzas were served. Our hosts drank Hawaiian Punch all day!

  4. 3-27-2012

    Sweet story Coco. And sweet memories for you and Poppy I’m sure

  5. 3-30-2012

    Sweet memories of our time in Reggio Emilia & our appreciation of your practicing your craft on us while we shared your home base. Thanks for reminding me of the universality of “Allora,” even tho it was difficult to duplicate the musicality of the natives!

    • 3-30-2012

      …I got lost in the photos of the whole trip Marja!

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