Awakened by the snoring of a very comfortable, contented pug in my bed, I realized my stomach was grumbling, which is unusual for me. I don't normally awaken this way but maybe its because I have had two more pugs added to my daily routine. I am pug sitting for my biological mother for the weekend. Sophie was just as happy as can be. What this means is that Nick didnt come and get them last night and put them to their beds. The pugs were pleased, it was all over their faces. I on the other hand, didn't sleep well at all and I paid for it all day.
Yesterday,I had a dicussion with Nick about how great it really is for him that we don't participate in the cable scam because it has exposed him to alot of channel 12 which has in turn exposed him to much culture, much More than other young men his age.
He has had the benefit of learning what old junk is really worth ,(antiques roadshow) hes traveled with Rick Steves to Europe many times(we're armchair travelers). Yesterday was Tuscan Italia and I had to admit, outloud no less, there are some classy italians out there who aren't obnoxiously shoving their italian-ness down your throats every ten seconds.
They live in Italy. they make wonderfull cheeses and do things with legs of Boar and make wonderfull wines and live in Villas on cobble street lanes.
Masterpiece theater, a Sunday night favorite for us and cooking shows all afternoon on Saturday. Depends on what time you turn on as to what sort of cooking you might see. The red haired vegetarian with the band in her kitchen is early in the afternoon, where as the chinese cook is around 3. He can teach you how to make a shrimp pesto wonton over strings of carrots in a chicken stock. He roasts his garlic cloves first so that you can kiss your sweetheart later and not smell of garlic. hes a player!, that one!)
We were discussing Herman Hesse's" Narcissious and Goldmond")(thats the new book I have passed on to Nick) and somehow waffles came up. I mentioned thinking about buying a waffle iron. Nick said, "Oh yeah get one I'de eat waffles every morning."
I mentioned it to Bill last night as well, buying a waffle iron.. He said Yeah, I love waffles! lets get it today.
so, off to the new and improved Target I went and picked up the waffle iron.
We ate homemade, Belgian waffles, with batter that was so think and made with an entire stick of butter that made our house smell like vanilla. Along with a fresh pot of coffee and some pre cooked delicious sausages. Brown and serve I think.
I probably wont be eating lunch today, with the breakfast we had.
I was right. no lunch .
Dinner consisted of colonel tazos chicken, steamed broccoli and baked po- tay -toes!
That was that.
I'm sure that in Tuscany, they are eating slices of naturally aged cheeses, wines from local vineyards and free range meats, which wander in fields hours before they are slughtered, oblivious to their fates, sliced thin and served rare, the way the locals llke it.
The long table is set with fine handpainted pottery from Italia, white crisp table linens and silver from generations of familia passed down. The entire extended family will gather at sunset and toast , "salute!"
For dessert, fresh fruits and figs from the orchards and a special tirramisou that Mamma cipllanoniacopittofelicentinopascararante made, from scratch with fresh mascarpone cheese and expresso.
After dinner, Georgio will take us for a spin in his Italian sports car that only fits two.
who will go?
It will be Paulina because she is beatutifull and young and ...........she has the keys........the car is hers.
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