Saturday, June 27, 2015

On account of the gout....

So my nephew came to visit and he got the gout.  Let me back up a bit.

This is Max.




This is the gout...

noun;  an acute, recurrent disease characterized by painful inflammation of the joints, chiefly those in the feet and hands, and especially in the great toe, and by an excess of uric acid in the blood.  For centuries, gout has been known as a "rich man's disease" or a disease caused by overindulgence in food and drink. 


Yep, young, Max you have to pay the price for living the good life in Maberga.  

It's true, we did overindulge in food and drink for about 72 hours straight.  After only 30 hours Max developed acute and inexplicable pain in his knees.  Well, he couldn't explain it.  I knew for sure that it was from pedaling his friend Jencie and I along the sea in a bicycle with 4 wheels.  I did have a nice photo of Max and Jencie in the bike by the sea but due to an unfortunate incident involving my computer and some red wine during a time of heavy overindulgence (is that redundant?), I've lost those photos.  But here's a nice photo of the group in a local restaurant overindulging eating.


Anyway,  Dr. David, upon hearing of the ailment named it immediately.  "Boy's got the gout."

So Max took some of the arthritis pills we have for our 10 year old, over-weight dog



And then set out to make a wild boar pizza....for breakfast.



Ok, this is really what Max-making-wild-boar-pizza looked like



He'd become a little wild-boar-pizza-making skittish after the first night when he slipped the just prepared raw pizza right off the peel into the ashes in the oven thus rendering it inedible (or not eatable, as I prefer saying).  So David had to help a bit on the second attempt.  Plus, Max was suffering pretty badly from the gout that last morning.  David, on the other hand seems to be gout immune.


There it is.  The very first ever in the history of pizzas --  Max's Amazing Cinghiale Breakfast Pizza


Thanks for visiting, Max and Jencie.  Please come back again some time soon.

PS.  In case anyone is worried, the gout is gone.


Wednesday, June 17, 2015

For the 20 years of wedded bliss he's given me, I'd like to thank my dear husband with.....

a few limericks.

There once was a boy called Cornwell
And the girl Lynn thought he was so swell.
  She asked for his hand
  standing there in the sand.
Happy together on a mountain they now dwell.


Under Denver's torrential downpour
surrounded by friends and family gallore
  20 years of bliss
  started with that kiss
If I'd only known then that you snore.

Something old and new, something borrowed and blue
I told him I did, he told me he did, too.
  Now here we sit
  all wrinkly and unfit
20 years have gone by that feel more like fifty-two. and boy, they sure flew!



There once was a boy called David.
He bought a 500 year old house so he could save it.
  now it's quite nice
  except for one or two mice
And that road, god, I wish we could pave it.





We started a new life and a few said we were dumb,
Bumps in the road, well, there have been some.
  a home in Italy we've made,
  the foundation's been laid,
For all the magical times still to come.



 Happy anniversary, Love.

Sunday, June 14, 2015

Another Sunday in Maberga



In which the sun shone, a cool breeze blew, and some friends showed up with pot of wild boar.






and a sack of potatoes directly from the earth





and a few bottles of wine


David got up early to do his part



He also made his very first ever torta verde that was delicious! sorry no photo of his, but this is what it looks like...


And I made a peach pie, no photo of that either....it looked like they usually do.

After this typical Maberga Sunday lunch a walk to watch the orto grow


and a dip in the Maberga pool




um, maybe not today



Happy Sunday.

Saturday, June 06, 2015

Gifts

Sometimes they just come a rollin' in and it isn't even your birthday.  That's nice when that happens.

Q brought me this the other day

Thanks, Q!  That's awesome.

David's brother, Michael sent us a CD of his music.

How thoughtful.  Thanks, Michael!


My friend, Cindy sent me an email this morning with an image and a quote that made her think of me (in a nice way),
which I would copy here if I wasn't so tech challenged.  
Shucks, Cin.  Thanks!


Cousin Bumpy sent us this book she made about Maberga.
It's really beautiful.  Here, look inside

Dang, Bump.  You can get married here anytime.  Thanks!

Then, pal Christine brought me these Peruvian goodies from, well, Peru.


Hand-spun llama wool.  Whoa.  Muchas gracias, Amiga!

And on our morning walk today, some neighbors gave us

Maberga sunflower seeds for our garden and Maberga cherries for our bellies.  Grazie, Alba and Oreste!  That's darn neighborly of you.

Generosity and thoughtfulness are truly gifts.


Wednesday, June 03, 2015

Finishing Well

We're just back from our trip to the States.  Two weeks of non-stop family, fun, and finishing.  It seems that every where I turned and everyone I talked with, the message was always the same.  Finish it and finish well.

First example and the reason that 5 different families, traveling far and wide, converged on Lake Cayuga in New York, is this gal

Yep, Dr. Emily Cornwell received her doctorate of veterinary medicine, making her DoctorS Emily Cornwell. Wait, that's creepy, makes her sound like she has multiple personalities.  Double Dr. Emily?  No, that sounds like ice cream.  How about Dr. Emily Cornwell Squared.  Naw.  We'll just stick with Dr. Dr.  After roughly 30 years, Emily has finished well her formal education....for now, anyway.

Here are some of the others I observed during this holiday in the "finish it well" catagory....






















I want to say a huge thanks to these two people, Rod and








Janice 


Obviously Janice is the lovely lady BEHIND the uncle shoving chips in his mouth.  Really sorry I didn't catch a better shot of you, Janice.

Thank you, Rod and Janice for finishing Emily's celebration with an amazing party.

And thank you thank you thank you to all the extended families who came to celebrate this huge achievement.  As Emily likes to say, it was awesome.

Back on the mountain, we had to rush to get our orto planted.



yeah, ok.  It doesn't look like much now, but we're hoping it will finish well.

Wednesday, April 15, 2015

Made it.

Here's our destination

 Before


After
Truth told, it wasn't nearly as horrible horrific hideous heinous hard as I had built it up to be in my mind.  Ain't that always the case. As far as cycling climbs go, it's the baby hill.  But it's still a hill.

David's clever.  He's been trying to get me to cycle with him for years.  I kind of thought that I had been cycling with him for years but he insisted that riding a 4 wheeled bike on the  path along the sea to the nearest bar for a coffee is not technically cycling.  "you have to start doing some climbs.", he would say.  "yeah, that's just not going to happen."  I'd say.

So he just waited.  And waited.  Then one day we weren't on 4 wheels any more but on two (well, 4 together but 2 each).  And we rode our two-wheeled bikes on the bike path to the nearest coffee.

And he waited.  Then one day I noticed that I wasn't wearing a cute floral print skirt and top anymore on these rides but rather I was donning the uglyass requisite gear....riding on the bike path to the nearest cafe.

So he waited and waited until a couple nights ago when I said, "I think we should ride to Badalucco!"

This "climb" was just challenging enough that it felt like a huge accomplishment and was easy enough that I actually made it.  Now I want to do longer and harder climbs.  That dude is clever....or at least very patient.

In Badalucco we had a welcome party waiting for us (at the nearest bar).  I suspect they are there every morning, not just anticipating our arrival, but it was nice just the same.
And Pino the Barber was just taking a break from making the inhabitants of Badalucco beautiful so he bought us breakfast.

David is still waiting for me to believe him decide that I need those dumbass cycling shoes that clip you to the pedals.  But now that I've got that nice cyclist's tattoo....
I might need those shoes for the next ride to Molini di Triora.

Tuesday, April 14, 2015

Spring is for...

...making stuff.
David's been making some bread



I've been making some bowls
and some buttons
and some sweaters to put the buttons on

And the rose bush has been making roses
And the apple tree apples
and whatever this is is making pretty white flowers
And the fig tree is making new leaves that look like butterflies sitting on its branches

Ruff and Q are making swimming
Ingrid
is making pregnant biscuits
Gino is making sardenara
Gianni is making a pizza while his wife is making quality control
Valerio and Jon are making friends
Isolde is making a cigarette
and a most unfortunately photographed but delicious dessert
And, last but certainly not least, today I'm making an attempt at riding my bike up hill.  Don't be silly, I'm not going to try to ride my bike up OUR hill.  David and I are going to ride to the next village up the road. It will be my first time off the very flat bike path that runs along the sea and onto the not so flat road to Badalucco.  If you don't hear about this ride ever again that's because I didn't make it.