CAKE CONTROL
Remember to say “rabbit” tomorrow!
Or was it “rabbits”?
Yesterday, I popped by to Nonna Bianca’s house as she had to give me some documents for the bank. She told me that she was not available when Cristian called because she had been taken out by her son to pluck chickens… as you do on a Sunday!
We got chatting and I was trying to find some innovative idea for the Hotel Santa Lucia that we are trying to sell or do something with. Since she always makes good cakes and likes to talk about them a lot, I wondered about opening a bakery. It takes Bianca 30 minutes per cake, she gets up at 5am and goes to bed at 8pm. Give her an hours lunch break, that makes 14 hours, the equivalent of 28 cakes. Add to that the fact that one cake cost me 29 euro here in Cortona… well, I think we have a business idea!
… and, she gets her eggs from the neighbour, in exchange for killing his rabbits… told you it was the theme of the month ;-)
Sunday, January 29, 2006
AN OBSESSION
Once again, I was hit by the nations concern for fannies. I thought I was out for another ramble along the country lanes, checking out castles and old walls, but no… the idea of going to the thermal baths opened a whole new can of worms. Before we set off, I was checking the web for opening times and came across this site, which describes how famous San Casciano is for its vaginal irrigations!
1. What is one of those?
2. Does the mud or the water or the fumes get used?
3. Do they get reused?
Needless to say I was ecstatic to find that all the thermal areas are closed until February, and I am not going anyway until I get all the answers.
This is where it all happens...
The grannies standing in front of the castle which is private and can therefore not be accessed... cheers!
How about deforestation?
Fighine, down a dirt track, boasts Castello di Bufala, another private one.
The cat told us the Enoteca at Citta della Pieve was closed.
Once again, I was hit by the nations concern for fannies. I thought I was out for another ramble along the country lanes, checking out castles and old walls, but no… the idea of going to the thermal baths opened a whole new can of worms. Before we set off, I was checking the web for opening times and came across this site, which describes how famous San Casciano is for its vaginal irrigations!
1. What is one of those?
2. Does the mud or the water or the fumes get used?
3. Do they get reused?
Needless to say I was ecstatic to find that all the thermal areas are closed until February, and I am not going anyway until I get all the answers.
This is where it all happens...
The grannies standing in front of the castle which is private and can therefore not be accessed... cheers!
How about deforestation?
Fighine, down a dirt track, boasts Castello di Bufala, another private one.
The cat told us the Enoteca at Citta della Pieve was closed.
Saturday, January 28, 2006
GERIATRICS
Thank goodness Gabriella and Federico were around to hang out with, otherwise it really would have been exclusive to the wrinklies! Cristian turned 30 on Saturday the 28th. That means I now live with an old man… Celebrations started on Thursday and will last a whole week. It is a bit like an Indian wedding save the henna painting; lots of eating, drinking, relatives and friends.
Here are some snippets:
The boys... or where they?
The girls.
I have a strong suspiscion that they think we are alcoholic...
All above 30.
The pink cheeks.
Not sure what she was on about this time, but reminds me of Scream!
Don't I look young...
Who spat the most over the cake?
Celebrating in Pozzuolo.
Thank goodness Gabriella and Federico were around to hang out with, otherwise it really would have been exclusive to the wrinklies! Cristian turned 30 on Saturday the 28th. That means I now live with an old man… Celebrations started on Thursday and will last a whole week. It is a bit like an Indian wedding save the henna painting; lots of eating, drinking, relatives and friends.
Here are some snippets:
The boys... or where they?
The girls.
I have a strong suspiscion that they think we are alcoholic...
All above 30.
The pink cheeks.
Not sure what she was on about this time, but reminds me of Scream!
Don't I look young...
Who spat the most over the cake?
Celebrating in Pozzuolo.
Tuesday, January 24, 2006
THE WORLD UPSIDE DOWN
It is snowing upwards, bit to the left, bit to the right, but clearly upwards. Nothing seems to be landing and I cannot really see a snow cloud, so why should I not start off the day blogging?
I was meaning to write a few days back, to celebrate the 21st of January with you: one full year since we returned from our trip. Now I will no longer be able to think, ahh this is December, so we were struggling to leave India and make our way through Egypt. It will seem still further away. That must be why I am in a desperate tiz to get the names on the digital photos. I ploughed through Malaysia the other day and today its going to be Vietnam. This year I will look back and recall when we left for Italy, when we found our flat, when the boxes arrived. Then it will be some blur as one contract followed the other, as I adjusted to life here and got the odd breath of travel by hopping to Egypt or Geneva whilst Cristian made his way to Pozzuolo and back. This has been the year of no true holidays and I think we are looking at another one along those lines…
The football match on Saturday (Pozzuolo vs Castiglione del Lago) attracted the press, including TV. This Thursday the team is having dinner and watching themselves on TeleEtruria… Fame!
Ju and Pa were explaining a dog story on Saturday night in the Percival Pub.
Paolo was supposed to be a field mouse...
We had not defined an animal for Michela.
Federico was also being a dog.
Montepulciano, where we celebrated on Sunday.
Pointing the way ahead from the top of a tower in Montepulciano.
The sky lit up for us.
The end of the weekend as seen from Cortona’s car park!
It is snowing upwards, bit to the left, bit to the right, but clearly upwards. Nothing seems to be landing and I cannot really see a snow cloud, so why should I not start off the day blogging?
I was meaning to write a few days back, to celebrate the 21st of January with you: one full year since we returned from our trip. Now I will no longer be able to think, ahh this is December, so we were struggling to leave India and make our way through Egypt. It will seem still further away. That must be why I am in a desperate tiz to get the names on the digital photos. I ploughed through Malaysia the other day and today its going to be Vietnam. This year I will look back and recall when we left for Italy, when we found our flat, when the boxes arrived. Then it will be some blur as one contract followed the other, as I adjusted to life here and got the odd breath of travel by hopping to Egypt or Geneva whilst Cristian made his way to Pozzuolo and back. This has been the year of no true holidays and I think we are looking at another one along those lines…
The football match on Saturday (Pozzuolo vs Castiglione del Lago) attracted the press, including TV. This Thursday the team is having dinner and watching themselves on TeleEtruria… Fame!
Ju and Pa were explaining a dog story on Saturday night in the Percival Pub.
Paolo was supposed to be a field mouse...
We had not defined an animal for Michela.
Federico was also being a dog.
Montepulciano, where we celebrated on Sunday.
Pointing the way ahead from the top of a tower in Montepulciano.
The sky lit up for us.
The end of the weekend as seen from Cortona’s car park!
Friday, January 20, 2006
RESISTANCE
Voila, à deux reprises, j’ai simplement pas su résister… Tout d’abord, spécialement pour Cynthia, j’ai carrément été obligée d’acheter ce magnifique short ; ensuite, en un second temps, j’ai juste du le mettre sur le site. Il a fait baver le taureau mon nouveau caleçon, je vous jure : parole de poulette !
Je partage donc avec vous ma dernière acquisition – Val et Mimiche, promis, à la prochaine virée je vous laisse l’essayer.
Entre temps, mes petites adorées, je vous souhaite un top weekend, et surtout ne me raconter pas vos escapades montagnardes avec pistes ensoleillées à la clé ;-)
It's the rage!
Voila, à deux reprises, j’ai simplement pas su résister… Tout d’abord, spécialement pour Cynthia, j’ai carrément été obligée d’acheter ce magnifique short ; ensuite, en un second temps, j’ai juste du le mettre sur le site. Il a fait baver le taureau mon nouveau caleçon, je vous jure : parole de poulette !
Je partage donc avec vous ma dernière acquisition – Val et Mimiche, promis, à la prochaine virée je vous laisse l’essayer.
Entre temps, mes petites adorées, je vous souhaite un top weekend, et surtout ne me raconter pas vos escapades montagnardes avec pistes ensoleillées à la clé ;-)
It's the rage!
Monday, January 16, 2006
SUSSING OUT TUSCANY’S JEWELS
On Sunday we went careering round the hills of Tuscany, finding new places to take you to next time you come and visit. Unfortunately we did not manage to combine our tour with wine cellars so will have to go out again next weekend!
Somewhere after San Gimignianello.
The White Robed Monks of St. Benedict's path home.
Step routine along the way.
Abbazia di Monte Oliveto Maggiore.
On Sunday we went careering round the hills of Tuscany, finding new places to take you to next time you come and visit. Unfortunately we did not manage to combine our tour with wine cellars so will have to go out again next weekend!
Somewhere after San Gimignianello.
The White Robed Monks of St. Benedict's path home.
Step routine along the way.
Abbazia di Monte Oliveto Maggiore.
Tuesday, January 10, 2006
TANELLA ANGORI
Nothing to do with an angora rabbit, or any other fluffy animal for that matter, but completely related to some Etruscan lunatic who decided to stick several huge rocks together and then be buried under them. The Cortona equivalent of Stonehenge?
I passed it on my way to the video club, as most of you would pass a street lamp or a post office, that is what you have to contend with, living in such an area ;-)
How about a picnic?
Nothing to do with an angora rabbit, or any other fluffy animal for that matter, but completely related to some Etruscan lunatic who decided to stick several huge rocks together and then be buried under them. The Cortona equivalent of Stonehenge?
I passed it on my way to the video club, as most of you would pass a street lamp or a post office, that is what you have to contend with, living in such an area ;-)
How about a picnic?
Monday, January 09, 2006
SPACCHIAMO IL MAIALE
Somehow, Italy seems to be all about food. That is what you all thought it would be and what I really knew it was. The Nonna is always ranting on about her century old recipes, using exclusively dialect words, to stop most from figuring out what she is on about; the next generation is not as good as them, but they can get by. My generation on the other hand, has no idea how to slaughter a pig. So Cristian’s New Year resolution for 2006 is to take part in the “spezzamento” ceremony which is held at the beginning of each year. Zio (Wilmaro in this case) goes out and buys the beast. The family keep it at the back of the house for a while, then, when all the friends are gathered, they do the deed. The carcass is supposed to hang upside down for a while before it gets sectioned into bite-size pieces.
So last night, I had the great joy of being put to the test in front of the whole blooming family. Not quite Kho Lanta or any other of the more gory reality shows, but I still had to try the kidneys, the heart, the intestines, the blood, and then, just when I thought I had managed to not loose face, the Nonna started telling me how she had made the sausage I had in my mouth from the brain and the head… Was that an eye pressing against my tongue? Was the chewy bit some kind of single neurone????
You will be pleased to know that I did not spit it out, but had to drink lots of vino to wash it down….
No bits of pig, only art, to keep your stomach calm.
When it snowed...
Somehow, Italy seems to be all about food. That is what you all thought it would be and what I really knew it was. The Nonna is always ranting on about her century old recipes, using exclusively dialect words, to stop most from figuring out what she is on about; the next generation is not as good as them, but they can get by. My generation on the other hand, has no idea how to slaughter a pig. So Cristian’s New Year resolution for 2006 is to take part in the “spezzamento” ceremony which is held at the beginning of each year. Zio (Wilmaro in this case) goes out and buys the beast. The family keep it at the back of the house for a while, then, when all the friends are gathered, they do the deed. The carcass is supposed to hang upside down for a while before it gets sectioned into bite-size pieces.
So last night, I had the great joy of being put to the test in front of the whole blooming family. Not quite Kho Lanta or any other of the more gory reality shows, but I still had to try the kidneys, the heart, the intestines, the blood, and then, just when I thought I had managed to not loose face, the Nonna started telling me how she had made the sausage I had in my mouth from the brain and the head… Was that an eye pressing against my tongue? Was the chewy bit some kind of single neurone????
You will be pleased to know that I did not spit it out, but had to drink lots of vino to wash it down….
No bits of pig, only art, to keep your stomach calm.
When it snowed...
Saturday, January 07, 2006
SPOT THE DIFFERENCE
When Cris eventually came back to Cortona to celebrate New Year with his friends, he found a very different side to the living room… The tree had decided to take a closer look at the tiles and jumped off the bookcase. Being a handyman, Cris immediately found a solution…
Before
After... notice the nailing directly into the furniture???
When Cris eventually came back to Cortona to celebrate New Year with his friends, he found a very different side to the living room… The tree had decided to take a closer look at the tiles and jumped off the bookcase. Being a handyman, Cris immediately found a solution…
Before
After... notice the nailing directly into the furniture???
Tuesday, January 03, 2006
NOUVELLE ANNÉE
If you want to get insight into what I was up to on the 31st, check out:
http://nouvelanasie.blogspot.com/
Is it necessary to add that we danced till 8.30, opened the last bottle at 8.31 and got to bed by 9.30am…
The group and the sushi bar outfit.
Asia strikes a pose.
Stangulation by Cynthia.
If you want to get insight into what I was up to on the 31st, check out:
http://nouvelanasie.blogspot.com/
Is it necessary to add that we danced till 8.30, opened the last bottle at 8.31 and got to bed by 9.30am…
The group and the sushi bar outfit.
Asia strikes a pose.
Stangulation by Cynthia.