Showing posts with label miscellanea. Show all posts
Showing posts with label miscellanea. Show all posts

Sep 14, 2010

Eco-friendly household and beauty tips

A few weeks ago I held an Italian Language Class in the Kitchen, in which I shared some common Italian culinary terms with annotated translations. Seeing it was such a huge success, I thought another informative article could tickle you to the kitchen.

Here are a few enviroment-friendly tips, common homemaker knowledge and typical Italian make-do-with-what's-in-the-house practical philosophy.
  • To expunge foul smells in the refrigerator (main culprits usually are lemons, cut onions and cheese that have gone off), place a glass filled with baking soda in a back corner of the middle section of your refrigerator. Revive its beneficial odor-absorbing qualities by stirring weekly. 
  • Every day wear and tear can cause your alluminum-clad pots and pans to blacken. A natural remedy to help them regain lustre is boiling apple skins and rhubarb leaves in the pots. Results are surprising.  
  • The best way to avoid your potatoes from budding is putting a Granny Smith apple in their basket. 
  • Vinegar can break the lime build-up around the faucets in your sink, and maintaining your iron’s pressing performance. 
  • To polish your wood surfaces, blend 1 cup raw linseed oil, 1/2 cup lemon juice and 10 drops lemon essential oil; and store in a clean glass bottle. Shake well and apply to all wood surfaces with a soft rag. Acts as a fabulous dust magnet too! 
  • I don’t use chemicals to wash my windows, I instead spritz them with a solution of hot water and lemon juice, and then dry them off with old newspapers. 
  • Did you know that the acidity in curdled milk that's gone bad is excellent to shine silver? Or that yougurt passed its expiry date works perfectly to buff brass? Just rinse surfaces very well after polishing! 
  • Worried about your child handling engineered chemicals when playing Matisse and leaving lovely handprints all over your walls? Make your own paint! Mix together 1 cup cornstarch, with some cold water to dilute. Add this to 3 cups of hot water, stirring swiftly to avoid lumps. Boil until thick and clear and then add desired food coloring and an optional tablespoon of glycerin (for gloss). Store in a sealed jar in the refrigerator! 
  • I go on and on about garlic's medicinal properties in Love Letter to the Bulb.
  • Honey is a natural moisturizer, skin nutrient and excellent scar tissue ointment. 
  • Rub your gums with a fresh sage leaf, this will prevent gum bleeding and strengthen the dental collar around your pearly whites. 
  • Nature’s best skin care antioxidant against free radicals? Extra virgin olive oil! I began using it scrubbed with a soft brush on evening skin before bedtime; and I’ve never suffered T-zone oiliness since! 



  • Cleanse the house from toxins and poisons with plants. Certain plants are even capable of absorbing air pollutants and electromagnetic fields! Combat formaldehyde (commonly found in household foam insulation, modern sofas, carpets, floor coverings cleaning agents and cigarette smoke) with plenty of Poinsettia, Lattuce, Chrysanthemums and Philodendron around the house. You can reduce Benzene absorption (responsible for ear, nose and throat mucus membrane irritation, and nerve and skin sensiblity) by scattering potted Peace lily, Sweetpea, English ivy and weeping fig in every room. Place a large cactus or a bowl of prickly pears near your computer to minimize the devastating effect of electromagnetic fields generated by electrical equipment, power sockets, power cables, and elecrticity meters. We web and iPhone addicts should beware. Purportedly these could be the cause of thumping headaches, menstrual disorders, infertility, miscarriages, skin rashes and depression... 
What are your best food-employing tips?


Image credits: Shutterstock - The Knot

Aug 23, 2010

Italian language class (in the kitchen)


 
The gentle art of gastronomy is a friendly one. It hurdles the language barrier, makes friends among civilized people, and warms the heart.

–– Samuel Chamberlain


"Amor che nullo amato amar perdona…" I can't promise you'll be reciting Dante's prose while whisking up killer tiramisù. But I can point you in the right direction.

Some say learning a new language is best achieved through love. I learned Spanish thanks to a hot-blooded Argentine boyfriend who spoke nothing but Castilian. He won my heart with his melodious eloquence. And with asado and dulce de leche.

So since I love you, today I will teach you a little bit of Italian, and the lesson will be held in the kitchen. Terminology, cooking methods, culinary preparations, it's all here. This won't magically turn you into an Italian cook. But I can guarantee, once you get the words right, the rest is a piece of cake.

Lesson #1

Parla come mangi. Literally, "eat like you speak." Suggestion implicating the wisdom in keeping the words as simple as the food in one's plate. Figuratively, "cut the rhetorical crap."


TERMINI CULINARI - Italian cooking expressions

Some of the following terms, cooking methods and techniques are standard Italian cuisine language. The suffix "a," "al" or "alla" are all (according to gender) derivatives of 'in the manner of,' '–style' and way of treating or cooking the nominated foods. For example:

A bagnomaria [ah bañhomahREEah] Is the “bain-marie” cooking method that uses a double boiler (larger container holding hot water into which a pan is placed for slow cooking). Employed chiefly for the preparation of delicate sauces or, more often, to heat a substance without altering its taste or texture.

Affumicato [ahFFOOmeeKAHtoe] A term used to describe food that is smoked. The root of the word is fumo, which means 'smoke.'

Al forno [ahl FOHRnoh] Expression used to describe foods baked or roasted in the forno (oven). Pasta al forno is a spectacular layered timballo, much like lasagna as it uses partly cooked pasta, but of a shorter shape. Patate al forno are roasted potatoes, one of the many foods whose effect can be associated with that of religious ecstasy.


Al funghetto [ahl foonGHEYtoe] Vegetables cooked thinly sliced or diced, sautéed and then flavored with parsley, garlic and tomato. The best-known application of this method is for a Nepolitan eggplant recipe, Melanzane al Funghetto.

Al cartoccio [ahl carTOHtcho] Oven-baking method by which foods are wrapped in an aluminum foil or parchemnt paper envelope. Excellent for baking fish, meats and vegetables. Foods benefit from this process because minor need for condiment is required and very little dispersion of juices and aroma occurs during cooking.

Are you getting hungry?

Al dente [ahl DENteh] Phrase literally meaning 'to the tooth' intending the correct point of cooking hardness, and used to describe pasta or other food that is cooked only until it offers a slight resistance when bitten into. The opposite of soft or overdone. Mostly referred to pasta cooking, however applicable to all cooked foods. Vegetables cooked al dente conserve more taste and nutrients.

Al vapore [ahl vahPOHreh] Steaming foods is very heathy. The crunch of lightly cooked green beans under our teeth makes us feel wholesome and fit. In Italian cuisine foods are however seldom eaten "just" steamed. Unless of course one is recovering from indigestion. In that case a steamed fillet of sole and a sad looking peeled carrot are the only items on the menu. Otherwise the "vapor-method" is usually an initial step to more complex and further flavored cooking operations.


Alla bolognese [ahlla BOHlohÑHEseh] In the Bologna-style, this expression indicates a series of dishes typical of the cuisine of the city of Bologna. These are part of broader classic Italian cuisine heritage, like minced beef ragù, tagliatelle, tortellini and lasagne.

Alla cacciatora [ahlla KAHtchahTOHrah] Translates "in the manner of the hunter;" usually a food preparation indicated for chicken, hare and rabbit. The meats are stewed with garlic, vinegar and rosemary. Many variations exist according to region.

Alla diavola [ahlla DYAvohlah] Literally, "cooked in the devil’s fashion," God knows why. Way of roasting chicken, in which the bird is opened along the middle, brick-flattened and marinated in salt, pepper, olive oil and lemon juice, then roasted over burning hot coals.

Alla giudia [ahlla jewDYA] The popular method of frying artichokes in Rome’s Jewish community, to which this technique ows its name. The artichoke is deep fried whole, completely immersed in boiling hot oil. In the process it opens like a flower, acquires a splendid copper hue and becomes crisp and fragrant.


Alla milanese [ahlla MEElahNEHseh] Meats and vegetables dunked in beaten eggs then dredged in breadcrumbs, and fried. The most famous application of this cooking method is cotoletta alla milanese, a delicious lean and wafer-thin boneless cutlet of veal or pork, usually taken from the leg, pounded flat, breaded and sautéed in a combination of frothy butter and olive oil.

Alla parmigiana [ahlla PARmeeJAHnah] A preparation suitable for any vegetable, the most famous being the trademark Eggplant Parmigiana. The vegetables are sliced, fried and then layered with tomato sauce, grated Parmigiano cheese and fresh basil. The gratin is sometimes added with diced Mozzarella cheese.

Alla piastra [ahlla PYAStrah] Foods cooked on the heavy flat iron piastra are griddled. Italian meats, fish and vegetables are frequently broiled on the red-hot surface and then seasoned with only salt, olive oil and sometimes mint leaves and breadcrumbs, cherry tomatoes, olives... somebody stop me.

All’acqua pazza [ahll’akwah PATZah] Literally “in the manner of the crazy water.” This cooking method is commonly applied to white fish stewed in spicy tomato, olive oil and garlic. The recipe belongs to the ancient Napoli fisherman-food tradition. It became very popular in the upscale touristy island of Capri in the 60’s. Sometimes black Gaeta olives and capers are added, but I'm not too in favor of those additions. Jussayin'

All'arrabbiata [ahll’ AHRahbBYAtah] The "enraged" sauce is one commonly cooked in a saucepan with plenty spicy peperoncino or Cayenne pepper, and tomato. Only one pasta shape is contemplated for true all’arrabbiata, and that’s penne.

A 'scapece [ah skaPEHcheh] Typical Neapolitan recipe for zucchini. The zucchini are initially fried then marinated in vinegar, chopped garlic and peppermint leaves. The method’s name, contrary to popular belief, is not after someone's surname; Mr. Scapece–who according to some purportedly invented the dish–never existed. The term is of Spanish origin. During the Aragonese domination of the seaport city of Napoli, many Castilian words came into common Italian speech patterns. The Spanish verb "escabechar" means 'to pickle,' to 'marinade' and this method is precisely that.

Arrosto [arROHStoe] Onomatopoeic adjective describing foods that have been oven-roasted. Pollo arrosto, arrosto di maiale, patate arrosto… don’t these sometimes obscure terms simply make your mouth water?

Besciamella [BEHshahMELlah] Also called by its original French name, béchamel. This basic white sauce is made by stirring milk into a butter-flour roux. The thickness of the sauce depends on the proportion of flour and butter to milk. Often used in oven baked pasta timballi and lasagne al forno.

Bocconcini [BOHkohnCHEEnee] Two definitions: 1. Small nuggets (about 1 inch in diameter) of fresh Mozzarella di Bufala. Bocconcini are generally sold packed in whey.
2. Diminutive term for "small mouthful," referring not so much to size, rather to the appetizing appeal of dishes described in this manner. Therefore, in Italian cookery, the word bocconcini may be attributed to many dishes. For example, bocconcini di vitello in bianco is a rich mouthwatering preparation of veal chunks cooked with wine, flour and pickled baby vegetables. {Recipe to be posted soon. I promise.}

Bollito [bohLEEtoe] A food that has been boiled, for example hard-boiled eggs, vegetables, pasta, etc. When used as a noun, bollito however refers to the complex Piemontese recipe where 7 different cuts of various meats are boiled tender in broth, served sliced and dressed with several sauces.

Brasato [braSAHtoe] The verb translates into "braised," but in Italian cuisine, brasato is a dish made by searing meat which is then immersed in bold red wine and simmered slowly for hours. The most famous application is Brasato al Barolo.

Carpaccio [kahrPAHTcheeoh] Carpaccio consists of thin shavings of raw meat, which may be drizzled with olive oil and lemon juice, often topped with Parmigiano flakes. It is generally served as an appetizer. The term carpaccio though has in recent years been applied to almost every raw fleshy food other than beef fillet, such as veal; or all kinds of fish fillets, mollusks, smoked swordfish, tuna, etc. The original recipe was invented in the '50s by Giuseppe Cipriani (owner of Harry’s Bar in Venice) and dressed with a creamy dressing.

Carpione [carPYOneh] Sautéed olive oil, onion and sage leaves, diluted with water and vinegar. This marinade is then poured boiling hot over vegetables, fried fresh water fish, particularly eel, trench or carp.

Chitarra [keeTAHRrah] Contrary to what the translation would imply, this is not a musical instrument, but a similar shaped implement belonging to the Abruzzo tradition of homemade pasta making. This chitarra is a wooden frame upon which metal strings are tightly fitted. The pasta dough is flattened over the taut strings and by falling through them, is cut into thick spaghetti strands. So when referring to spaghetti alla chitarra, this is not the name of a pasta recipe, rather that of a pasta type.


Cotto [KOHtoe] Past participle of 'cooked.' The term can be applied to a specific food, as in prosciutto cotto for example, which is ham. Or simply define, as in ben cotto something which is cooked well done (literally, 'well cooked'); poco cotto: underdone; troppo cotto: overdone; cotto a puntino: cooked properly (literally, 'cooked to a dot').

Crudo [CREWdoe] Italian adjective for "raw." Prosciutto is also just called 'crudo,' and so is the vast array of raw shellfish and mollusks simply referred to as "crudo di pesce." An addition of drizzled raw olive oil in recipes is defined as olio a crudo.

Dorare [dohRAHreh] Literally 'to gild,' the meatphoric transitive verb in Italian cooking means 'to coat in egg and flour and lightly brown.' Alici dorate is a yummy southern Italian recipe for "golden" anchovies.

Fondo [PHONEdoe] Is the partly caramelized fat and juice exuding from meat during cooking that forms at the bottom (hence the Italian name) of the cooking pot. Diluted with water, stock or wine and heated, it is transformed into a 'deglazed' tasty gravy that can be poured over the sliced meat, or served separately in a sauceboat.

Fuoco [FWOkoe] Is fire. When a recipe calls for foods cooked over a particular heat range, they are accordingly a fuoco basso (low heat), fuoco medio (medium), fuoco alto (high), fuoco moderato (mild), fuoco vivace (lively), fuoco minimo (very low) etc. A little bit like in music tempo.

Fritto [FREEDtoe] Deep fried foods also play an important role in Italian cuisine, whether they be part of a more complex preparation like that of Parmigiana di Melanzane, 'Scapece marinades, or as stand-alone fried foods, such as Arancini, croquets or Olive Ascolane (meat-stuffed green olives, breaded and then deep fried).

Giardiniera [JARdeeneeERA] Mixed baby vegetables, principally cocktail onions, carrots, cauliflowers, bell peppers, and pickles preserved in a vinegar brine. Italian giardiniera is different from the American condiment called with the same name, which usually uses other assorted vegetables, such as peppers, olives and pimentos marinated in vegetable oil.

Impanare [EEMpahnAREH] From the word pane–which means bread–this term refers to dredging food with an outer coating. It literally means dipping or rolling food in seasoned breadcrumbs. The food can be dipped into beaten eggs before being dredged with the dry mixture commonly called a panatura. Coating food in this manner usually precedes frying.

In cagnone [een cahÑHOneh] Boiled rice, seasoned with butter sautéed sage and garlic, and then served with lots of grated Parmigiano.


In salmì [een saulMEE] Way of preparing wild game, particularly hare. The animal is cleaved into sections, marinated for a couple of days in wine and spices, and then stewed in a Dutch oven.

In umido [een OOMeedoe] Meat, fish, chicken or rabbit cooked in a 'humid' tomato sauce, seasoned with olive oil, parsley and wide variety of spices.

Macedonia [MAHcheyDOÑah] Mixed fruit salad, made with both chopped fresh or canned fruits, seasoned with lemon juice, orange, sugar and optional liqueur.
Macedonia varies according to season. During the winter months, the choice is slim, therefore it can be enhanced with raisins, nuts and dried figs. In spring and summer refreshing and colorful macedonia can be served à la mode. Or drowned in champagne.


Mantecare [MAHNteyKAHreh] The action of whipping foods and cheeses or sauces together in order to combine all elements into a creamy blend. From the Spanish root 'manteca,' for butter.

Mazzetto guarnito [matzEHTtoe gwarNEEtoe] From the French term bouquet garni for garnished bouquet. A bundle of aromatic herbs bound together to avoid dispersion during cooking in sauces or other preparations. The Italian aromatic mazzetto (small bunch) is made with parsley, basil, thyme and bay leaves, but can vary and include celery, sage and other herbs according to taste. Usually wrapped in a cheesecloth, muslin or gauze. I use the knotted end section of a nylon pantyhose.

Mostarda [mosTAHRdah] The piquant condiment made with mustard seeds, pepper and other spices in Italy, however is a much broader term.
Mostarda di Cremona, for example, is a tangy mixture of candied fruits soaked in honey-mustard syrup, seasoned with rosé wine. It can vary from mild to pungent, and it is usually served to accompany boiled meats in the bollito entré, or with aged cheeses. Mostarda from Veneto is similar, and the one made in Mantova uses exclusively candied apple.

Raffreddare [RAHfrehDAHreh] Intransitive Italian verb for 'to cool' or 'cool down.' The derived term essere raffreddato applied to a person (and not a food in this case) means 'to have a cold.'

Ragù [rahGOO] The term derives from French, it is however the ultimate Italian pasta sauce. The Bolognese ragù is prepared with minced meat; in the southern recipe the meat is left whole and cooked with tomato, oil and spices for hours.


Rosolare [ROEsoLAHreh] Italians love to sear. Cooking quickly over high heat, causing the surface of the food to turn brown while the interior stays moist, is a method that not only gives food an appetizing color, but also a rich flavor. Searing is usually done on top of the stove, but may also be achieved under a broiling unit.

Salmoriglio [SAHLmoeREEjlyo] Sicilian condiment made with olive oil, lemon, parsley, oregano and a tablespoon of salted water. It usually dresses thick brabecued swordfish steaks.

Saltare in padella [sahlTAReh een pahDELah] Saltare means to jump, which is the root of the French term sauté. This technique is used to cook foods (usually greens) in heated garlic-flavored olive oil, seasoned with spicy peperoncino and a dash of salt. The derived green oil and delicious tasty pan-fried greens are a gift of Nature. Especially if paired with crusty warm bread.

Sbollentare [SBOHlenTAHreh] To blanch. Blanching, or preparing foods (generally vegetables, nuts or fruits) for further cooking is obtained by immersing them briefly in boiling water. This is a very useful procedure. Blanching helps peeling tomatoes, for example. Use a paring knife to slice a tiny X on the bottom of each tomato; drop it in boiling water for about 20 seconds; then use a slotted spoon to transfer it to a bowl of ice-cold water to stop it from further cooking. Skins should slip right off.

Soffritto [sofFREEtoe] Mirepoix - a mince of onions, carrots and celery chopped with a heavy knife and sautéed in olive oil to flavor the initial phases of cooking. Sometimes lard, pancetta or prosciutto are added to this holy trinity fundamental base for stews, sauces, soups and ragù.


Scaldare [scalDAHreh] The opposite of raffreddare, scaldare is 'to heat.' When a recipe calls for olive oil heated in a skillet with chopped garlic, for instance, it simply says scaldare l’olio con l’aglio.

And that immediately makes me want to go to the stove.



Reference: Il Cucchiaio d'Argento ~ The Silver Spoon
Images courtesy of: Linda Carter Holman - mekuno.net - surlatable.com - greenfeet.com - chefspencil.com - solofornelli.it - odealvino.com - Sara Maternini - profumidallacucina

Apr 12, 2010

20 things that nurture me, an exercise



20 things that nurture me
(thank you Robyn for showing me this exercise some time ago)

1. My son: You are my universe.
2. Friends: I love you. You pull me out of dark spots, and throw sunlight at me. Every day.
3. Love: All-inclusive nourishment.
4. Instinct: A part of me I have never disliked. My sixth sense has never failed me.
5. Trees: Important creatures in my life.
6. Writing: Therapy in expression.
7. Art: I am moved by it, nurtured by it, humbled by it.
8. Nature: My deepest respect.
9. Laughter: Above all, my son's belly laugh.
10. Compassion: The only way to live.
11. Spirituality: A safe place.
12. Imagination: Powerful self-preservation tool.
13. Touch: My child's gentle touch, hugging people, trees and animals, and a nice deep-tissue massage.
14. Oceans, Seas: Where I naturally rejuvenate.
15. Chiming tubular bells: Instant inner peace.
16. Music: I can't imagine life without it.
17. Smell: Freshly baked bread, mowed grass, my son'r hair.
18. Poetry, Literature: I can never get enough of them.
19. Water: Drinking a perfect glass of water when I'm thirsty is the best. I am among the lucky few who can open any faucet and drink from it freely.
20. Sleep: When I sleep well I dream. I had my first dream in a long time early this morning.

    Like Robyn says, all the above are connected and wouldn't really mean much without each other. Please forgive this non-cuisine digression in the more personal sphere. I am in that place right now, not in the kitchen. This is a good thing.

    Jan 11, 2010

    Happy Birthday, Dad!

    DISCLAIMER | This post has nothing to do with food or Italian lifestyle, so it doesn't fit Aglio, Olio & Peperoncino proper. If a mouthwatering recipe or a traditional Roman custom is what you came for, be prepared to find out about something completely different. Today I want to talk about a place I found out about a few days ago. And tell my dad about it.

    My dad is a golfer. Ever since I can remember, he has loved the sport. He not only plays once a week, lives in the Monterey Bay–which is golfers' heaven–but he goes as far as enjoying golf on TV (which to me is a mystery, why do the announcers whisper as someone is taking a putt or a drive, when they are actually secluded in a media box somewhere far, far away from the golfer?). One of my father's earliest parent-proudness moments came when aged 10, I hit a Par 2 Birdie in a children's tournament in L.A.

    So since today is his birthday–and this post is about a mind-blowing golf course in South Africa, which I am sure he'll appreciate learning about–I want to share it here and dedicate it to him.

    I've noticed that over the years, golf has conquered some pretty treacherous terrain, from the sheer cliffs of Scotland, to the portable slabs of grass from hole to hole in an Australian desert town, to the moving ice floes on an island in Northern Greenland—but I may have found the most gobsmacking setting of them all.

    Here's a hint: your golf cart is a helicopter...

    Introducing the world's steepest Par 3 golf hole: The Extreme 19th at Legend Golf & Safari Resort in South Africa, teeing off now from Hanglip Mountain.

    Think of it as a piece of Pebble Beach dropped onto the African plains and then perched on the edge of a skyscraper-sized cliff. To get to the tee box, golfers take a six-seat chopper to a peak roughly the height of the Empire State Building. That puts the ground-level green more than 1,200 feet away and adds a much needed dose of danger to the game—if you slice, you may have to tussle with a rhino to get your ball back.


    When you get down to the green (again via the chopper), you'll notice it looks familiar: it's a map of Africa, outfitted with the Continent's exact peaks and valleys, which raises the possibility of banking a putt off Kilimanjaro—or leaving a divot where the Sphinx quietly guards the pyramids.

    After you've finished off the full course, you'll have a whole wildlife preserve at your disposal, not to mention a luxury resort complete with lakeside cottages, villas on stilts, spa, photo safari jaunts and a fire-walking workshop that will take you tiptoeing over real live 200-degree coals (still less painful than hitting a bunker).

    And finally here's the video that made me want to pack my 9-iron and leave today. Look at what it feels like to tee off the 19th hole at Legends.




    I hope all my other readers won't mind this small digression from the usual pots and pans.

    I'm having fantasies of us playing this course together soon.

    Happy birthday, Dad.

    ♥E.


    The Extreme 19th at Legend Golf & Safari Resort
    Entabeni Safari Conservancy, Mookgophong, Waterberg Region
    Lompopo, South Africa
    +27 (0) 11 729 6700
    for more Extreme 19th information click HERE

    Jan 1, 2010

    A prayer for 2010

    The new year begins.

    I am borrowing the poem/prayer below and offering it to you as a sign of gratitude. As a gesture of love. As a symbol of where I am right now. My new year's resolution is to repeat this prayer and reap its deep beneficial effects. I hope you will too.

    This is a perfect moment. It’s a perfect moment because I have been inspired to say a gigantic prayer. I’ve been roused to unleash a divinely greedy, apocalyptically healing prayer for each and every one of us—even those of us who ­don’t believe in the power of prayer.

    And so I am starting to pray right now to the God of Gods, the God beyond all Gods... the Girlfriend of God... the Teacher of God... the Goddess who invented God.





    DEAR GODDESS, you who always answer our very best questions, even if we ignore you:

    Please be here with us right now. Come inside us with your sly slippery slaphappy mojo. Invade us with your silky succulent salty sweet haha.

    Hear with our ears, Goddess. Breathe with our lungs. See through our eyes.


    DEAR GODDESS, you who never kill but only change:

    I pray that my exuberant, suave, and accidental words will move you to shower ferocious blessings down on everyone who reads or hears this benediction.

    I pray that you will give us what we ­don’t even know we need—not just the boons we think we want, but everything we’ve always been afraid to even imagine or ask for.






    DEAR GODDESS, you wealthy anarchist burning heaven to the ground:

    Many of us don’t even know who we really are.

    We’ve forgotten that our souls live forever.

    We’re blind to the fact that every little move we make sends ripples through eternity. Some of us are even ignorant of how extravagant, relentless, and practical your love for us is.

    Please wake us up to the shocking truths. Use your brash magic to help us see that we are completely different from we’ve been led to believe, and more exciting than we can possibly imagine.

    Guide us to realize that we are all unwitting messiahs who are much too big and ancient to fit inside our personalities.


    DEAR GODDESS, you sly universal virus with no fucking opinion:

    Help us to be disciplined enough to go crazy in the name of creation, not destruction.

    Teach us to know the distinction between oppressive self-­control and liberating self-control.

    Awaken in us the power to do the half-­right thing when it is impossible to do the totally right thing.

    And arouse the Wild Woman within us—even if we are men.



    DEAR GODDESS, you who give us so much love and pain mixed together that our morality is always on the verge of collapsing:

    I beg you to cast a boisterous love spell that will nullify all the dumb ideas, bad decisions, and nasty conditioning that have ever cursed all of us wise and sexy virtuosos.

    Remove, banish, annihilate, and laugh into oblivion any jinx that has clung to us, no matter how long we have suffered from it, and even if we have become accustomed or addicted to its ugly companionship.

    Conjure an aura of protection around us so that we will receive an early warning if we are ever about to act in such a way as to bring another hex or plague into our lives in the future.



    DEAR GODDESS, you psychedelic mushroom cloud at the center of all our brains:

    I pray that you will inspire us to kick our own asses with abandon and regularity.

    Give us bigger, better, more original sins and wilder, wetter, more interesting problems.

    Help us learn the difference between stupid suffering and smart suffering.

    Provoke us to throw away or give away everything we own that encourages us to believe we’re better than anyone else.

    Brainwash us with your compassion so that we never love our own freedom more than anyone else’s freedom.

    And make it illegal, immoral, irrelevant, unpatriotic, and totally tasteless for us to be in love with anyone or anything that’s no good for us.




    DEAR GODDESS, you riotously tender, hauntingly reassuring, orgiastically sacred feeling that is even now running through all of our soft, warm animal bodies:

    I pray that you provide us with a license to bend and even break all rules, laws, and traditions that hinder us from loving the world the way you do.

    Show us how to purge the wishy-­washy wishes that distract us from our daring, dramatic, divine desires.

    And teach us that we can have anything we want if we will only ask for it in an unselfish way.

    DEAR GODDESS, you who just pretend to be crazy so you can get away with doing what's right:

    Help us to be like you—wildly disciplined, voraciously curious, exuberantly elegant, shockingly friendly, fanatically balanced, blasphemously reverent, mysteriously truthful, teasingly healing, lyrically logical, and blissfully rowdy.



    And now dear God of Gods, God beyond all Gods, Girlfriend of God, Teacher of God, Goddess who invented God, I bring this prayer to a close, trusting that in these pregnant moments you have begun to change all of us in the exact way we needed to change in order to become the gorgeous geniuses we were born to be.





    Amen


    Om


    Hallelujah


    Shalom


    Namaste


    More power to you




    Oh, but one more thing DEAR GODDESS, you pregnant slut who scorns all mediocre longing:

    Please give us donkey clown piñatas full of chirping crickets,

    ceramic spice jars containing 10 million-­year-old salt from the Himalayas,

    gargoyle statues guaranteed to scare away the demons,

    lucid dreams while we’re wide awake,

    enough organic soup and ice cream to feed all the refugees,

    emerald parachutes and purple velvet gloves and ladders made of melted-down guns,

    a knack for avoiding other people’s personal hells,

    radio-controlled, helium-filled flying rubber sharks to play with,

    magic red slippers to contribute to the hopeless,

    bathtubs full of holy water to wash away our greed,

    secret admirers who are not psychotic stalkers,

    mousse cakes baked in the shapes of giant question marks,

    stories about lightning strikes that burn down towers where megalomaniacal kings live,

    solar-powered sex toys that work even in the dark,

    knowledge of secret underground rivers,

    mirrors that the Dalai Lama has gazed into,

    and red wagons carrying the treats we were deprived of in childhood.


    ~Rob Brezsny

















    Happy 2010!











    Nov 26, 2009

    A special letter for Thanksgiving

    I got a letter yesterday.
    Not an ordinary missive. And certainly not an exclusive one, but still it made me smile. I got a letter from President Barack Obama yesterday. And it made me happy.
    I'll attach a copy of it here for you to read, in case you didn't get one from him too.



    Eleonora–

    Tomorrow, Thanksgiving Day, Americans across the country will sit down together, count our blessings, and give thanks for our families and our loved ones.

    American families reflect the diversity of this great nation. No two are exactly alike, but there is a common thread they each share.

    Our families are bound together through times of joy and times of grief. They shape us, support us, instill the values that guide us as individuals, and make possible all that we achieve.

    So tomorrow, I'll be giving thanks for my family–for all the wisdom, support, and love they have brought into my life.

    But tomorrow is also a day to remember those who cannot sit down to break bread with those they love.

    The soldier overseas holding down a lonely post and missing his kids. The sailor who left her home to serve a higher calling. The folks who must spend tomorrow apart from their families to work a second job, so they can keep food on the table or send a child to school.

    We are grateful beyond words for the service and hard work of so many Americans who make our country great through their sacrifice. And this year, we know that far too many face a daily struggle that puts the comfort and security we all deserve painfully out of reach.

    So when we gather tomorrow, let us also use the occasion to renew our commitment to building a more peaceful and prosperous future that every American family can enjoy.

    It seems like a lifetime ago that a crowd met on a frigid February morning in Springfield, Illinois to set out on an improbable course to change our nation.

    In the years since, Michelle and I have been blessed with the support and friendship of the millions of Americans who have come together to form this ongoing movement for change.

    You have been there through victories and setbacks. You have given of yourselves beyond measure. You have enabled all that we have accomplished–and you have had the courage to dream yet bigger dreams for what we can still achieve.

    So in this season of thanks giving, I want to take a moment to express my gratitude to you, and my anticipation of the brighter future we are creating together.

    With warmest wishes for a happy holiday season from my family to yours,


    President Barack Obama




    Image courtesy of
    Nicole de Lagrave







    Happy Thanksgiving!
    Wishing you'll spend it like me around a table, embraced by friends, family, love and laughter.

    Eleonora

    Nov 14, 2009

    What not to cook for picky guests

    I haven't blogged in a while and I've missed it. But the thing I have done the least is cook, let alone have friends over for dinner. I am finally back in a less remote part of Abruzzi and I have moved into a sweet little attic in the centro storico, where I will soon be entertaining guests and colleagues for delicious meals. Can't wait to get my stove fired up and my pots and pans rocking over the flames.

    But when inviting relatively new friends over for a meal, the good host has to keep in mind that not all guests share the same tastes, obviously. Not all the folks I'll be having over in my place are hearty soup fans, or carnivores like me. Not all may love raw fish or offal. Some will cringe at the sight of squid ink risotto, and some will be suspicious before liver crostini and octopus.

    So I've decided to make out a list. An index of the most off-limits foods to serve at a meal. When designing the menu for a diverse group of guests, one must take into consideration many elements. Seasons of course, and locality of the foods served. But also ethical choices, idiosyncrasies, whims and food trends. The best part of a meal with friends is seeing the smiles on their faces as they mop the remnants of sauce from their plate. That's a sure sign of a culinary success.

    Here are a few things you should avoid cooking for your pickiest friends.
    Lamb. Subject to culinary and ethical foibles. If you're in Italy around Easter, it's another story.

    Eel. Are you up to cutting them up alive? That's how it's done apparently. And decapitating them won't work because the nervous system keeps the chopped parts jolting for a further 15 minutes.


    Lobster. Your guest will be aware that you have tossed them alive and screaming into boiling water. Consider that.

    Carbonara. Very easy dish but so hard to prepare well. The danger between "raw scrambled eggs" and "quick setting cement" effect is a very fine line. Especially if you're planning to make it for more than 4 people.



    Horse meat. Seriously, would anyone ever serve horse meat at a dinner? Don't think so.

    Brains. Delicious deep fried veal brains are best eaten at the reaturant. Serving them for dinner at home flirts with cannibalism.

    Cucumber. Strangely very unpopular.

    Rabbit. The British have a huge problem with rabbit. For them it's a pet, for us Italians it would be like serving cat stew.

    Liver. Vegetarians keel over at the table, hygene integralists object to it being the filter of all the chemicals fed to cattle, others still haven't gotten over the childhood shock of the first bite. It is also very difficult to cook: if served rare it is bloody and horrific, if well-done, too leathery.



    Shellfish. Many are allergic.



    Snails. I love the way the French prepare them, but that's me...

    Raw fish. Harder to prepare than cooked fish. When deciding for a plate of "crudo" one must consider its absolute freshness, one's own carving ability, the correct serving temperature, which kind of fish to purchase, etc.


    Frogs. Many of your guests have played with them when they were children. Some other romantic and optimistic may have even kissed one.

    Kidneys. Cooking them requires the utmost expertise. And in case of failure, the outcome is a horrible taste of... well, urine. Eww!



    Octopus. Tentacles freak people out, especially non-Mediterraneans.

    Veal. The cruelty to the calves has made it very hard for folks to eat veal. But not here. The Italian farming industry is different, no chaining, no force feeding, no horror.


    I'm making a nice plate of spaghetti aglio, olio e peperoncino tonight. Shall I count you in?

    Sep 16, 2009

    Autunno - harvest season in Italy

    Don't you just love autumn? During the third season of the year, when plentiful crops and fruits are gathered and brown leaves fall, the first showers replenish the soil and I am comforted by the thought that I'll be soon feasting on porcini mushrooms, truffles, hearty soups, ruby red wine and cloudy green, freshly pressed olive oil. In the Northern hemisphere the Italian countryside will soon be ablaze with color, and tables laden with gorgeous foods.

    autumn harvest
    The first item on the autumn agenda is the annual appointment with la vendemmia, the grape harvest. The earliest frost peeks out and the first woolly jumpers appear, still itchy against remnants of tanned skin. Wellington boots afoot and crisp morning air tickling nostrils, the shearing begins. Whites first, then onto burgundy clusters which fall into crates ready for the press. Although the folkloristic image of Italian peasants stomping grapes with their bare feet is charming, the wine-making procedure here is professional, environmentally sane and clean.
    Grape harvest in Tuscany
    The meal that usually follows the hard day's grape picking work (and subsequent turning them into must) is always a gargantuan pot-luck banquet: chicken liver crostini, pasta e ceci and typical Tuscan ribollita soups, roasted meats, fagioli all'uccelletto, sausage, 700 side dishes and as many homemade desserts. Washed down by the previous year's vintage and lazy nibbling of aged Pecorino, honey and vin santo with cantucci to finish off the repast. Rosy cheeks, protruding bellies and shiny red noses, we all—expert vineyard tenders and untrained out-of-towners—exchange double-sided kisses and say our mutual arrivederci 'til next year's harvest.
    Grape harvest in Tuscany
    Next on the fall calendar is the Frantoio, the oil pressing days. The extraction of oil is a fascinating procedure. My friends in Tuscany whom I always spend the month of August with, own and manage an oil press, serving their small rural community. Olive growers from all over the area migrate to my friends’ estate in late fall with their precious load of olives and go back home with demijohns filled with ambrosia after exhaustive all-night pressing marathons. The mill works incessantly day and night for six intense weeks. The family takes turns at working the machinery, cleaning the hardware, keeping track of production, sales, bureaucratic paperwork, public relations and entertaining guests.

    The oil press here is of the traditional kind, where oil is obtained by grinding the olives. Green olives produce bitter oil, and overripe olives give a bigger yield, but produce rancid oil, so huge care is taken to make sure the olives are picked when perfectly ripened. First the olives are ground into paste using huge millstones. The olive paste generally stays under the stones for 30–40 minutes. After grinding, the olive paste is spread on large 2ft woven fiber disks, which are stacked on top of each other, then placed into the press. Pressure is then applied onto the disks to separate the oil from the paste. The oil collected during this part of the process is the virgin oil. Further pressing of the paste produces a lower grade of oil.
    Olive harvest in TuscanyImage courtesy of Florablog

    The first drops of cold-pressed oil to spout out of the press on opening night are welcomed with a round of applause and a festive food and wine extravaganza. Considering jobs and other daytime duties on the farm, oil pressing is usually a sensual evening to late-night activity. Upon retiring to bed, drained of all energy and satiated by the heavenly fumes and spectacular food, I close my eyes cradled by the rumble of the machinery working away in the mill several floors beneath my bedroom. The entire villa vibrates and is a living part of the magical operation. I always return home laden with gallons (actually oil is measured in weight units, so kilos) of oil that I stock up for the entire year and also distribute as Christmas gifts.

    Olive harvest in Tuscany

    The last food-fest rendezvous before winter is the joyous celebratory event held for friends and aficionados at the official closing of the summer season at Positano's glorious Buca di Bacco Hotel and Restaurant. My family has sojourned at La Buca ever since I can remember. I must have been my son's age when my grandparents first took me there with my mother. Over the years our unfailing loyalty to the place and the solid friendships formed with the owners and staff have made our stays at Buca di Bacco more of a family gathering than a vacation. All our beach paraphernalia, towels, bathing suits and my son's shovels and toys are stowed in the hotel's storage room, ready for next year's summer vacation in one of the many domed rooms overlooking the crystal Mediterranean waters.

    Buca di Bacco Positano
    The yearly end of autumn seasonal closure for winter event has since the last ten years been a steadfast yearly appointment with the gorgeous coastal location and the wonders of the Buca di Bacco's fantastical kitchen. This year, our California trip substituted the usual summer Positano vacation, so this year's closing Festa di Fine Stagione is an absolute must. I am craving the smell of cascading wisteria and trumpet-shaped datura flowers, the glimmering sunlight on the wind-ruffled sea surface at noon, and the amazing taste of Buca di Bacco's cuisine.

    The summer I could not afford to pay for my room, I worked in the kitchen as commis chef. It was a wonderful experience and the cooking knowledge and expert tricks I learned that summer are equal only to the weight I gained. I just had to taste everything we made!
    Buca di Bacco Positano
    Like every year, my family and I will not be trick-or-treating or carving jack-o-lanterns. On October 31st this year we'll be here, like every Halloween, feasting on delightful seafood, marvelous wines and laughing among friends.
    Positano in off-season is the best

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