My weather optimism came too soon.
We just got back from a quick trip to Prague where it was a delicious 24 C/ 75 F. When we left Rome, the city was an unbearable 39 C/ 102 F but it felt cooler when we stepped off the plane Wednesday evening.
I was wrong. It is still hot, with a dose of humidity thrown in for good measure. Almost too hot for coffee, and I love coffee, which is why I sometimes have to break down and fork over 3 euro for a caffee shakerato.
There are a few English words that Italy has sort of adapted as its own. When our key got stuck in the lock (ugh, horribly expensive long story) I asked an Italian colleague where I could buy something similar to WD-40.
“Um… WD-40 is like this liquidy stuff that you sort of, um, spray into something that is stuck. How do you say ‘spray’ in Italian so I can ask at the hardware store?”
Ah ha- touche. “Shake” is another one of those words, so a caffe shakerato is espresso that is poured over ice in a martini tumbler and prepared James Bond style.
I had two friends visiting from home at the time, so we ordered three ‘shakerati.’ The over-heated barista looked at me miserably (it takes a lot of gusto to shake a shakerato) and asked if she could make them all together.
Of course! Are there really people out there that would insist that their shakerato be shaken separately from the shaking of other’s shakerti? Please. I just want cold cold coffee.
Ice + espresso + sugar is given a good, long shake and then poured out into a martini glass. The enthusiastic mixing process produces a frothy topped iced coffee.