Monday, March 26, 2007
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
Karl Says "Hello"
Celebration must be afoot~
An iconic sighting in Rome~Lagerfeld~ahhhh, now we can rest easy.
Dinner last night at MOMA (same name as museum but different country and not a museum)...very hip and happening. Called an "American Bar" on the canopy which was not promising~what does "American Bar" mean??? Maybe so named because when
walking in there's a liquor bar...here's the new rage~tapas like little goodies at the bar characteristic of Milan bars~note to self, use that idea for EC...
New discoveries/eating sensations~Fregula (cous cous like pasta, super al dente, with Spring Pea Sauce and seafood)...
Vino Primitivo~BIG and from Puglia~delicious with the right kind of full bodied dinner. Bronzino in Brodo served in a soup plate~very Shawn. Light and Good. The molten chocolate cake is BIG (little size) here...every which way...last night made from Giandiua. Desserts not generally too amazing here~interesting use of castagne (chestnuts) and espresso in all kind of preparations...
We leave for Firenze in an hour~Baci a Tutti!
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
Not so sunny Italy
Getting Smart
The Sun God does not favor us in that its now hailing~Porca Miseria.
Monday, March 19, 2007
Roman Holiday
Gennarino di Calabria
Wednesday, March 07, 2007
Early Morning
Saturday, March 03, 2007
Back Again
52 on Monday. How did that happen? Need to immediately crawl into the Clubhouse for some art project doodling and ruminating. The Clubhouse is where I/we hang out with the Glue Club and anyone else who wants to come over for chat, knitting, picture projects etc...also lots of wine and champagne drinking and snacks. Usually Sunday but could be some other day too...Even though the Clubhouse is
a real place (an old grocery store which is now a loft in front of our home) it also is a state of mind. No TV, NO Computer, No Business, only positive flowy vibes.
The neighborhood (in Chicago)was quite different years ago before gentrification....liked it because it was a funky street with a diverse mix of longtime residents and hippies. A guy named Henry lived one door south and didn't have any central heat~when my father and mother came, they said, 'Why would you buy here?'
Well, we did and even though our house would be a "teardown" in this overly gentrified neighborhood, we wouldn't (or can't think of right now) leaving the place where our kids grew up (okay, my husband, Michael, is Italian and can't conceptualize moving from the place where his kids grew up)and then, there's the Clubhouse. More on that later...
