Whatsappino – Message sent by WhatsApp

I learned a new Italian word today, and I think its quite new to Italians too…whatsappino. I like it. It refers to a message received or sent by WhatApp. Years ago, I never thought WhatsApp would catch on…bigger in Italy than the US for sure, and the main means of messaging.

Back in the early eighties I never thought CD’s would catch on either…do you remember CD’s? Look how far this world has come over the last forty years or so! I feel old…no I don’t. I’m liberated and invigorated, best years to come.

Saturday was a horrible day, swirling. mists, rain, wind and barely a glimpse of the sun. Torture for me. I can’t be a prisoner in the house. I pace like a wild animal. Finally I sat down and worked on my book. I got a little done, but not much. Dark skies and pounding rain are not a great motivator. We don’t get that type of weather very often thank heavens.

Sunday morning was much brighter, but cold and windy, a perfect day for lamb stew and dumplings so we indulged of course. I did manage to get out for a quick half hour walk in the afternoon and, as always, it was worth it. The colours of autumn are just amazing this year. I met one or two other people, who looked just as relieved to escape the house as I was.

And now, here we are in another week. Thanksgiving week. Will we be celebrating Thanksgiving? Not really a thing here in Italy. Hubby’s birthday is Friday, so maybe we’ll just celebrate that instead. On Thursday we’ll raise a glass to life and give thanks to being happy and healthy.

Are you watching the World Cup? I can’t get excited when it’s at this time of the year. It’s the wrong season and it lacks atmosphere. No beer allowed? I’m sure the players will do great, but the fans will struggle to have a good time. Lets see how many avid followers end up in jail because they “held hands” in public, or had a beer where it wasn’t allowed.

Good luck to everyone, I hope they ease the rules and allow it to be fun!

At least Bukayo Saka is smiling.

The Giving Season

No, I’m not talking about Christmas, I’m talking about the fruit bearing season in Abruzzo. Our very good friend Nino brought us this wonderful collection today. We have figs, large tomatoes, cherry tomatoes, peppers, and then his wonderful wife baked biscotti…I don’t think I’ll ever lose weight here.

When I walk I see trees bursting with fruit and the wonderful scent of jam making and baking wafts from open windows as I pass by.

It’s only going to get better as we move into Autumn.


We all need it at some point in our lives. After being sick, a long day at work, an argument with a loved one, a disappointment, broken heart. Whatever the reason we all turn to something that makes us feel better, soothes our soul and of course, comforts us.

I am recovering from a nasty infection that prevented me from eating. I was so exhausted I couldn’t even read. Today, at last, I’m feeling a little better and ventured out of the house to do a little Christmas shopping. All day I craved fried chicken, my comfort food, and on the way home stopped and got a couple of nice juicy fried chicken thighs. I sat in front of the fire and savored every last morsel. I feel much better now.

My Comfort Food

My Comfort Food

The other thing I crave after being ill is a nice crunchy piping hot plate of fish and chips. I may treat myself to that next week.

Of course it would have been nice to enjoy an ice-cold glass of unoaked Chardonnay to wash the chicken down with, but I am still recovering. One step at a time.

What are your comfort foods?

What do you crave when you are upset, depressed, or recovering from an illness? I’d love to know.

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