|Ponte Vecchio by Anne Benvenuto|
Monday, May 30, 2011
Friday, May 27, 2011
Later I set out for my daily walk along my favorite Tuscan road with views Siena and surrounding hilltops that help me begin my day blissfully.....The views are so beautiful I barely noticed there isn't one square inch of flat surface here, until my calves remind me it's quite a workout....but it beats the treadmill back home!
Our schedule today included a meeting with a local organic farmer to discuss delivery of his vegetables to us in a timely manner to insure freshness......not so hard since he is a few kilometers down the road.
|Michelino's gorgeous table|
Then it was time for hardest part of the day.....the party.
|The Celebrated Painters|
|Tortellone all Primavera|
|Andrea with Stinco|
After the cake it was up to us to continue the festivities with some musical offerings. Michelino served up an interesting "cheese" course with his rendition of "Slow Boat to China" and "Come Fly with Me". I offered my favorite Neapolitan song "Tu Ca Nun Chiagne" and then a little blues with "Sunday Kind of Love".
You might find this hard to beleive but by 10 pm we were beat. Beauty all day and good food, wine and company all night can be exhausting.....especially when you do it with all your heart and soul.
Sunday, May 22, 2011
I thought we had died and gone to heaven...to each his own rapture...........
I'll take the Italian one any day!
Thursday, May 19, 2011
|Pappa Al Pomodoro|
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
|Painting IN the Poppies!|
|Even horses love Poppies|
Saturday, May 14, 2011
|Joye Moon in the spot light of sun during final critique|
As for the painting, it was a prolific week.
Friday, May 13, 2011
|View outside our house|
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
|Green Young Figs|
|Vegetable Frittata with a side of Fried Green Figs|
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
|Birthday hats made from paper bags our fried vegetables were served in...artists are so creative!|
Monday, May 9, 2011
|Dad and his garden hat|
|More wine & cookies!|
|An explanation of the past|
|A correction of the explanation|
|I think this is a swear word!|
Sunday, May 8, 2011
Friday, May 6, 2011
Speaking of which our senses are weary and ready for sleep.
Ci vediamo domani we will be in Chianti and will have barrels of things to report.
Linda e Michael
Thursday, May 5, 2011
We arrived in Italy this morning and were whisked in a jet-lagged fog to Linda’s parents’ home in Morolo, in the hills about an hour south of Rome. As soon as we closed the taxi door her mother Josephine served us a plate of pasta with tiny, skinny wild asparagus and pancetta. Simple, bursting with flavor and just what we needed after 8 hours of plane food. A little red wine from her father Gene’s personal cellar relaxed us – or
more accurately turned us to jelly.
Jo then brought to the table a bright green frittata made with shoots of a spring vine the locals call tabbii. It is just the tendrils of an otherwise innocuous vine that is starting to tangle itself around all the shrubs. They are only tender enough to eat during these 10 days so if you miss them, that’s it.
Competition is fierce to claim your territory. “My cousin Marisa beat me to all the ones out here by the road,” said Jo, “but I have another spot I go to that no one knows about.” No one packages them to sell in a grocery store, you have to pick your own.
Jo harvested a pile of them this morning before we got there. Her right thumb and thumbnail turned black from pinching and twisting the vine tips. She sautéed them in garlic and olive oil and tossed them into an egg mixture for lunch. Tonight we’ll have them as a contorno (side dish) with rabbit simmered with white wine, rosemary and a smidgen of anchovy.
Today we landed here in full-blown spring. The fields are plentiful with delicacies popping up everywhere. Neighbors stopped by to drop off a newspaper full of pignoli mushrooms they picked from the forest and another bundle of reed-thin wild asparagus stalks. After a nap we are going out to see what else we might harvest. The acacia trees are just bursting with silky white blossoms, their heady perfume hangs in the air. Sambuco blooms trumpet towards the sky. Wild mint is like clover in the lawn. Tune in tomorrow to find out what Linda did with the harvest of local delicacies we discover right outside our door.
For now, buona notte!
For now, buona notte!
Michael and Linda
Michael and Linda