Also, my landlord had his work buddies over for a bbq dinner in our little party room. I tried to stay out of their way since it looked like it was a guys' night. But a couple of them spoke decent English and tried their best to keep me involved in the conversation. While they cooked I grabbed a beach towel and sat on the front steps and hung out.
It was delicious! They made chicken, ribs, sausages, and polenta. I was S.T.U.F.F.E.D. by the end of the meal. I was proud of how much I ate...but of course all the guys teased me for being so little and not eating as much as they did. I have no idea where they pulled it out of, but a delicious cake appeared out of nowhere. I never turn down dessert. I asked what it was, but no one could name it in English. I thought it was a cheesecake at first, but when it was cut I realized it was some sort of cake. The best way I can describe it is a lemon cake with almost like a custard-y lemon pudding deliciousness in the center. It was very light and very delicious. After that someone pulled out a carton of lemon sgroppino. It's a palate cleanser/end of the meal drink. It's a sweet creamy drink with alcohol. But since this one was from a carton it was much weaker than the version I'm used to. They poured some prosecco into it to give a kick, but it was still too sweet for my taste (but I still drank all of it of course). By this point my multiple glasses of wine + sgroppino + glass of beer had me drunk and full so I bid them goodnight while they went next door to the bar for coffee and more drinks.
I say it every time and I mean it every time...my landlord is amazing. And I miss my husband.