Only the essence of what’s left after drying is good enough to press for Vin Santo. Deep honey notes like a kiss on the lips.
M O D E N A. (Mòdna in Modenese dialect).
An elegant city boasting the no.1 restaurant in the world, Osteria Francescana, the oldest Salumeria in Europe, Salumeria Guisti, and the oldest Balsamic vinegar, well over a hundred years old and used as medicine.( La Vecchia Dispensa being my favorite.)
Bloom will offer drops of “Aceto Balsamico” on your gelato and Bar Guisti will give you a Negroni made with local bitters.
Don’t miss the gnoccho fritto, Tortellini in Brodo and the Lambrusco “metodo classico”. They have dressed it up to match the Bella Figura of this stylish town.
We visit Modena as part of our Culinary Adventure in Tuscany.
Re-Post from Instagram.
I was in Essaouira, Morocco on 9/11, 2001, drinking tea in a cafe near the beach. I was entertained by this old Moroccan man who came to the bar with his donkey.
He was a character as many of them are, a spring in his step and a twinkle in his eye. I couldn’t help but smile when he used a chair to hop up onto his trusty steed, whom had a potato chip bag on his forehead either for decoration or sun protection.
I was not prepared for what happened that day. No one was. I must tell you the Moroccans could not have been more kind or concerned. Here’s a prayer of peace for that fateful day.
Fabio Picchi of Cibreo fame, has realized yet another dream ~ a small organic supermarcato + vivaio (nursery) on the terrazza next to mercato di Sant’Ambrogio. Love at first sight to see an unbelievable variety of fruits all named and spread artfully on the table. I wanted to pull up a chaise and lounge, paint or just study. Plants and seeds are available.
This was all before I descended into the store which had a nice array of fresh veg, fish and delicacies. I bought a small loaf of pane sano with turmeric and blueberries and that, my friends, is not something you find everyday a Firenze.
When in New Delhi, India, we visit the home of our friends Shoba and Mohan for a family style meal. We learn from Shoba some of the dishes that she prepares for her family and she shares some of her favorite recipes with us. While Shoba cooks vegetarian meals, these two chutneys she taught us are simple to prepare and will elevate any meal, vegetarian or not.
There’s more to sailing than sailing. Sailing is what you do after everything has been done, like lift the sails, check the direction of the wind, wind the ropes… just like having a fire after you have chopped the wood and set it aflame.
It’s a totally different orientation. The boat becomes our home. We live, cook and sleep on water. We visit people and markets and cafes on land, take hikes, then we come back home.
We sail to hidden coves to swim and watch a sunset while sipping a really good local wine. We hear stories of how people lived off the sea, while we make our own fish stew and tell our own stories. We get lost in thought, a good book, and swoon at the moon. We get away, but closer to the essence of ourselves.
It’s a gentle floating retreat on the Mediterranean Sea.
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David White is not only a poet I admire, he is a friend.
For several years, along with a few other friends, we accompanied him on a sort of annual pilgrimage, having good conversations about whatever particular harvest one might be experiencing in one’s life while roaming the Tuscan countryside.
His poetry speaks dearly to me about my own experiences traveling and as some of you know, I use his poetry during my own programs. As I though about our program in Amalfi and worked on our monthly newsletter, I wanted to share one of his poems with you.
It all starts with the first step — or in Amalfi’s case, taking the first plunge. [Read more…]
Ida Sarah Burroughs 10/30/1914 – 11/15/2016
This picture brings tears to my eyes, even though it was taken 4 years ago, I call this picture dried apple Sarah. Sarah lived four more years after this shot and lived to be 102. Not unwell.
Never unwell. None of us can remember a time when she was sick. She broke her hip at 92, but recovered and lived 10 more years to tell the story.
You could say that Sarah was never a pretty woman, but even at 100 she radiated warmth of spirit. She was fiercely independent with strong cheekbones and and not afraid to work. She had boundless energy and could match just about anyone in the cotton field. Just don’t ask her to grab eggs from under a chicken’s behind. She had a fear of feathers. She was the oldest and had three brothers under her. [Read more…]