With shallots and balsamic vinegar,
this recipe, my wife tells me,
is positively fool-proof.
Having fixed it to perfection,
I suppose I’ve been told
What that makes me.
Post Prandial
26 Friday Sep 2014
What a Tasty Evening Meal?
26 Friday Sep 2014
Posted in Food
After the busy morning, grocery shopping, and a late lunch
The native call for a respite of sleep hit like a sucker punch.
Then returning to our separate journal & blog, scraps & pen,
We finish up the afternoon as the shadows and clouds move in.
To the pork-chop special that we picked up at the supermercato,
Simplicity adds caramelized shallots and a balsamic glaze. Perfetto?
News at 11:00pm
What a Busy Morning!
26 Friday Sep 2014
Posted in Art
Two art exhibits, plus a third which (wait for it) had closed early, kept us busy.
The first, more photography again on the floor, had its rare striking moments:
the dark images, massively framed in black, with geometric shapes blocking out
or else bringing forth parts of the image to reveal or to define the title “Unseen.”
But we were drawn from the first to the collages of Adriana Pignataro,
an artist from Rome, apparently, whose combinations of paper and paint
speak to the yearnings of the work that Rebecca does in several media.
When we finally left, after a guided tour, she was dying to paint again.
Another Italian Lesson
25 Thursday Sep 2014
Strangozzi, along with the archetypal nonna who makes the pasta, are both stories for another time.
Tonight, we have been busy reading the wrapper that surrounds those stories:
“il tuo negozio di fiducia”
Article / pronoun / noun / of <the unknown>
First part makes for a somewhat odd construction,
but all languages have their quirks and idioms.
il negozio = the store, shop (recognizably in the neighborhood of negotiate)
il tuo negozio = your store, shop
la fiducia = trust, confidence (recognizably from the Latin fides, as in faith)
But when you put it all together, interestingly,
the Italian comes out as “your local store.”
Most apt: so decidedly friendly, this locality.
You could hear a pen drop
25 Thursday Sep 2014
Posted in Travel
straight on the point:
the way town folk smile
to know we’re here for a while.
Would you believe …?
24 Wednesday Sep 2014
Posted in Travel
This whole shopping thing is for the Byrds.
23 Tuesday Sep 2014
Posted in Uncategorized
To every sale, turn, turn, turn.
There is a season, turn, turn, turn.
And a lifetime to every purchase under heaven.
A time to try on, a time to pull off.
A time to try on, a time to pull off.
And a lifetime to every purchase under heaven.
A time to move on, a time to stay put.
A time to move on, a time to stay put.
And a lifetime to every purchase under heaven.
For every sale, turn, turn, turn.
There is full price, turn, turn, turn.
And a lifetime of repayments on the credit plan.
Lyrics adapted from the Peter Seeger adaptation of the Words from the Book of Ecclesiastes
A Repertoire (but not a Kitchenette) Grows
22 Monday Sep 2014
Posted in Food
Never been much in the way of a vegetarian.
But I could live on a diet of Castelluccian lentils,
With a side order of melone (wrapped in prosciutto).
Truth be told, as I said, not a real vegetarian after all.
Species: Mercedes, Genus: Yugo (as promised)
22 Monday Sep 2014
Posted in Travel
Post Waits for Slow Inscriptor
22 Monday Sep 2014
Posted in Travel
What these icons said in Norcia:
“My kind of town,” the twin brother said. “My kind of town.”
“Permit me to direct you to a place around the corner, where the checked tablecloths suit your style.”
“Forgive me,” the saucier said, “for being such a boar.”
