Ominous Sky – a day for Soup and Writing!

I took this photo at around 7:30 this morning while drinking my cappuccino. It made me think of soup. Our very favorite soup is Pasta Fagioli. The beans and veggies and garlic are simmering, and already smelling good.
Now what to do while they cook? Write! Many of you may not know I’m a writer, not a great writer, but practice makes perfect, and it’s a hobby I enjoy. I have a couple of self published books, ghost stories, as well as a children’s book, and now I’m working on a book about my move to Italy. It’s a little tearful at times, but also full of laughs. I posted my first snipped of my new project on my other blog https://wordsfrombeyond.wordpress.com/2022/01/20/escaping-trumps-america/

It usually takes me about a year to write a book, but you can check in and share my adventures for free if you like. It was quite the ride.


Reflections

We invited friends to our home for lunch yesterday.
I set the table ahead of time with glasses, bowls and napkins, then stood back to see how it looked.
It was a table that invited lively conversation. It was a table set for five friends to sit and enjoy good food and wine.
I reflected on how my life has changed this year.
I no longer have crystal glasses, with matching decanters, or fine plates and bowls. I left those in the US for my my daughter to enjoy. She’s young and will appreciate them for many years to come.
My glasses don’t match, nor do my pans.
The wine is no longer $30 a bottle, but seven euros for a five liter box from the local Cantina, and much more enjoyable.
Yesterday was the first time I’d invited one of our Italian friends to eat with us, and I was terrified. We’ve enjoyed meals in his kitchen on several occasions and he is an excellent cook. Of course he brought one of his culinary masterpieces, which made our little soiree even more enjoyable. I sighed with relief when he complimented my risotto!
“You’re a good cook.” He said. I was thrilled.
Here in Abruzzo, it doesn’t matter what your glasses look like, or whether or not your plates match. What does matter is the people who sit around your table and share your food. People come first and foremost here, and thats the way it should be.
I still miss my daughter, she should have been here with us for Christmas…next year!

Flour on my TOE!

This morning I did the second rise on my ciabatta bread. I haven’t made it before so I was a little nervous. I started the sponge (biga) yesterday, and continued with the bread today. With the bread rising, and lunch cooking, I stood on the balcony and enjoyed a few minutes between showers. Not sure what made me look at my feet, but when I did I smiled, one of my toes was white with flour. The words “flour on my toe” stuck with me all day. The ciabatta bread was delicious, we had it for lunch with veal and curried vegetables.
I enjoyed a very quick walk this afternoon, but didn’t want to go too far, the showers persisted.
What else happened today? My crown popped out of my mouth taking most of the tooth with it. Luckily my friend told me about a good dentist she visits in Lanciano. A dentist that speaks very good English, which at this point is necessary. Stay tuned to find out what happens.
Happy Sunday everyone! (Buona Domenica)