This little gem appeared on a site today and reminded me of a few of my attempts at cooking when we first arrived in Italy. It took a while but I soon figured out what a “nut” of butter, a “string” of oil, and a “splash” of wine really amounted to. And as for Dario’s mother’s recipe for Easter Pasteria there was the almost disaster when she called for a “four bottles” of orange essence. Fortunately I had posted a picture of the ingredients on FaceBook and got a panicked SMS say: No!!!!! Small bottles!
Now with Christmas coming up this would be a thoughtful stocking stuffer…. just saying:
And I’m reminded of a quote I gave when submitting Marco’s mother’s recipe to an International cookbook:
Four years in Italy taught me that simple is better and fresh is best; and the eye, the nose, the finger and the mouth are the best tools any cook can have in the kitchen.
On this day in 1927: The Holland Tunnel opens to traffic as the first Hudson River vehicle tunnel linking New Jersey to New York City.
Back in June of 2011 I made one of my frequent trips up to Milan for the opera. It was my last assignment for Opera Britannia – Gounod’s Roméo et Juliette conducted by Yannik Nézet-Séquin. As always I took an extra day or two to luxuriate in the wonders which that incredible city had to offer. The Museo Diocesano was a bit off the beaten track but it was, as Michelin use to say back in the days when they were an impeccable source, “worth the detour!”
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On this day in 1872: Illinois becomes the first state to require gender equality in employment.
“You brought the sunshine with you from Roma,” beamed the always welcoming Vittoria as I checked in a week ago Monday at the Hotel Star in Milano. And indeed after several days of continuous rain it seemed that the sun had returned to warm the Piazza Duomo and it was a glorious day for strolling through Centro. However my gift was short-lived: the next morning Vittoria suggested that an umbrella and a sweater would be more appropriate than SF15 to the day.
Peck is a food lover’s paradise however the stern warning tells you – No dogs! No Photos! And some of the staff give a new dimension to Milan attitude – except for Bruno behind the prepared food counter who is charm incarnate. Though at those prices everyone should be.
Fortunately even in the rain Milano has much to offer – it means spending a bit of extra time…
While looking through the Tulane University Carnival collection I found designs by Carlotta Bonnecaze for Proteus in 1897 that brought back memories of an obsession I had in my late teens. Her subject was Orlando furioso the great Italian epic poem of the 16th century by Ludovico Ariosto. It retells the exploits of Roland (Orlando) during the Crusades and was to be the source of many opera libretti during the baroque era. But what got me interested in this obscure (for North America at least) work was a review in one of the many theatre magazines I subscribed to at the time. It spoke of a remarkable Italian environmental theatre production that was touring Europe in 1969-70. It was directed by a young Luca Ranconi, who had his audience move from area to area as the tale unfolded. Often the spectators found themselves surrounded by brave Christian knights battling Saracens, sometimes fighting each other and often dealing with beautiful, but evil, sorceresses. The brave English knight Astolfo even made his voyage to the moon on the back of the hippogrif to regain Orlando’s wits. (As a sidebar according to Ariosto the moon is where all things that are lost on earth end up????). It all sounded fascinating. I had to read this story.
Imagine my surprise (and indignation) when I discovered that my local library didn’t have a copy of this epic on it’s shelves!! Fortunately a friend managed the W. H. Smith Bookstore at the airport where I worked and she ordered a copy – it was not amongst the material favourite by air travellers of the day!!!!!! It proved to be a heavy tome of some 780 pages which in all honesty I made a brave attempt to read but stopped at page 320 when Ruggerio tethered his steed to a talking myrtle tree (Astolfo transformed by the evil…. oh never mind).
So what you ask, o gentile lettore, does this have to do with Throwback Thursday. Well aside from various opera I’ve seen based on Orlando Furioso I was to run across the good Christian knight on several visits to Sicily and the rod puppet theatres in Palermo and Siracusa. And with the often circuitous logic in what passes for my brain I went from the Tulane Collection to my teenage obsession to trips to Sicily to a post I did back in February of 2011 on the Teatro dell’Opera dei Pupi. I thought perhaps it would be worth a revisit to see how these incredible puppets are made and a bit about their history.
A left click on my darling Emanuele Luzzati’s colourful Orlando astride a dragon will take you there:
On this day in 1923: Greece becomes the last European country to adopt the Gregorian calendar.
I was searching for a past post earlier this week and came across this item from September of 2009. We had gone to the Palazzo delle Esposizioni to see the much publicized Bulgari Exhibition and as so often happens another show proved a more satisfying and memorable experience. And the memory had me turning to a bookshelf to retrieve the wonderful catalogue that had been published.
I fell in love with the circus and Burt Lancaster when I was about 10 or 11. Back in 1956 my brother took me to see Ringling Bros Circus in one of their last appearances under canvas and I was enchanted. That same year Trapeze was released and I remember having the comic book and reading about it in one of the screen story magazines. And it had some poster! Lancaster and Tony Curtis in white circus tights. And standing between them Gina Lollobrigida all spangles, cleavage, doe eyes and pouty lips. But even at 10 the sight of Burt in tights did more for me than Gina in spangles.
La Lolla was one of those buxom foreign stars that came into the studio system as it was fading into oblivion. She was exotic, she was beautiful, she was Italian and she was hot. But she was always more than…
Yesterday Fearsome Beard, a fellow blogger, wrote about a decision he and his spouse had made concerning one of their beloved dogs. A decision that Laurent and I know is one of the hardest someone who has a beloved pet has to make: one that is made with a breaking heart but out of true love.
Ten years ago yesterday (December 28, 2007) we made the same decision for our Reesie. A gentle sweet natured boy he was sixteen and had been in poor health but there was no way we were leaving him behind when we moved to Italy in August of that year. He was our Reeserman and we would do what we could to make him comfortable in his new home until the time came. Perhaps it came a little earlier than we either expected or wished but we knew when it was the truly loving thing to do.
Reading Fearsome’s post yesterday reminded me of the day following that final trip to the Vets and a post about a trip to the Borgo that even today serves as a reminder to be thankful for what we’ve had and have.
The first time Laurent and I came to Rome we stayed on the other side of the Tiber in the Borgo near St. Peter’s. The area takes its name from the German Burg and was an area of hostels and hospices for pilgrims as far back as AD 725. Given the events of the day we were at a bit of a loss on Thursday evening – comfort food was in order but neither one of us felt like cooking. So a trip to the Borgo and that trattoria that I can never remember the name of for spaghetti alla carbonara seemed the solution. And since we would be in the area we thought we’d have a look-in at the (mildly?) controversial Presepe in Piazza San Pietro.
It was only 2000 but there were very few people in the Piazza and most were crowded around the Presepe by a rather…
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