DREAMS

       DREAMS

Here we are all, by day, by night we're hurl,d

By dreams, each one into a several world.

                              Robert Herrick

Mazel Tov

When the Jewish people say Mazel Tov they MAY mean congratulations,  or they may mean good for you , you survived a bad situation.   I am in the last category.

 Mazel Tov: It could have been a lot worse!

  Friday morning while we were eating our breakfast on the terrace, someone scaled the wall and climbed through  the window ( left finger prints too) and  stole my camera and my computer within a few meters from us.  They took nothing else and lots of "else" was in plain view so it could have been 100x worse.

This was a thump in the back of the head from the universe.  Stupid Ass... don't leave your windows open with stuff lying around!

Of course the first thing you do is pull your hair and lament.  The second thing is not to believe it and think that somehow you just put it in the refrigerator and it's safe but cold.  The third thing....and this goes on into the night with every little sound you hear.... is to dream of training  a 30 foot python who only eats creeping strangers.    Then fourth, you start thinking of how to build your home into a fortress with deadly spikes on the gate and broken class in a fourteen foot wall.

The only real solution is to accept it, make a few changes and move on... a little wiser.

  As I write, I am now navigating the alien and preposterous world of Monsieur's pc which if you are an "apple" fan , you know is really an outrage!  However, beggars can't choose so for a while I will stumble around and in a while there will be another machine and I will finally get to see if my hard drive worked in backing things up.

As for the camera,  it was 6 years old, a dinosaur.  To take a picture of the meals we had I had to stand on a chair to get enough distance.  I always had to crop my toes out afterwards.  And the mac was pretty old too.  The thief is going to be quite disappointed. Hee.

 Mazel Tov: I still have my health, some good pals,  and a house that did nothing wrong.  I can afford other gadgets, unlike most of the world..   I still have Monsieur who I am still figuring out after 30 years. I need more time for that.  I have tons of stuff to play with and a hoard of chocolate in the cupboard.

 Whoa, thank Christ they didn't  touch the chocolate or my Dad's ocarinas.  That would have been terrible, really  hard to take.

Strange and Wonderful 2

I haven't ever gotten over looking at these images that I took some years back in Oregon at a sort of "petting zoo" aquarium.   I have since lost the name of it and maybe someone can help me out with it.  We were allowed to touch the animals in pictures 2 and 3 under the supervision of a ranger and there was an elaborate wave machine that simulated the ocean environment.    The first and last pictures were taken from the outside of an aquarium tank.  It was an amazing set up to see incredible, wondrous sea fauna.

Spaghettini al sugo di pomodoro freddo

Alright so I am spoiled.  My husband has been cooking me a delicious meal three days in a row now and one of those days I got the beautiful dessert you see above.  But I am getting ahead of myself.  

First the main course which is called Spaghettini with chilled tomato sugo which was found in the Valvona and Crolla cook-book called " A Year at an Italian Table" by Mary Contini.   

1.Use 750 g of very ripe fresh plum tomatoes and chop them roughly into eighths. 

2. Put in 3-4 T of extra virgin olive oil  and a new season garlic clove finely sliced. 

3. Then tear up a handful of fresh basil leaves and add that to the mix.  

4. Season with salt and store in the fridge to moulder a bit.  

   You can take it out later so it warms to room temperature. 

5.  Cook the spaghettini in salted boiling water, drain and toss in the sugo and serve.

 That's all.  

 Now when Monsieur did it for us he poached the skins off the tomatoes ( great idea) and didn't let it marinate in the fridge (not necessary) and he added some red pepper flakes which gave it another dimension.  The heat of the pasta releases the aromas of the sauce. You don't need to add Parmesan to get a zesty dish in which you can taste each flavor.  Its refreshing and intense.

As for the desert, that is fresh yellow and white nectarines,  French special late ripening cherries ( a different species from the trees in our garden which mature bright red), some mango sorbet and a hint of cafe ice cream. As I mentioned before, I am exceedingly spoiled.

Gadjo Dilo : the film

They say that in every soul there is a a gypsy.  Well after seeing Gadjo Dilo (Crazy Stranger) , I am not so sure about that.

 Some of us just have had all the gypsy trained out of us at an early age ....but we are still fascinated by the tribe.   I myself have seen a band of gypsies in India, maybe the most beautiful faces I have ever seen and have watched at least four well known movies of these nomads but I will never understand completely.  Each set of them is so different from the others.

In this film , Tony Gatlif, a native Nicois explores still more of the people and their music by placing his story in a Romany camp in Romania.  Briefly, a man is looking for a singer that he heard on a cassette and he finds more.... much more.

The lead is Romaine Duris as Stephane, supposedly from Paris. Also he is teamed with Rona Hartner as the abandoned gypsy girl and Izidor Serban as the wiley old guy.    I am pretty certain that all of the others are non actor gypsies that Gatlif found on site and engaged whole-heartedly in this raunchy and ,I imagine, authentic depiction of gypsy life (at least in this particular camp).  In fact I would say that this is Izidor's first performance and he has done one other film so in my book he is untrained but a natural.

It is a lot of fun to watch the suspicion of the gypsies towards Stephane...of course all of the stereotypes are there that we hear about them....He will steal our children, he will take our chickens etc.

I love the total abandon with which Isidor and Rona go at their roles.  There is so much charm and mischief in Rona.  You think she is gypsy but I know that she is not and that she auditioned and won the part by getting up on the table and singing.  That is her other calling and I wish they had included more of her singing and dancing as she is enchanting at both.  She is an actress totally at ease with her body, with no pretense and no holding back.

The film has no satisfactory resolution ... it sort of peters out at the end,  but if you watch it from the aspect of documentation and sheer bravado of performance, it is charming in its gypsy way.  If you see it, tell me what you think.

Prosciutto and Melon Salad

  Between the two of us, it's my husband who is the foodie.  I am happy to go along and prepare anything as long as he buys and schleps the ingredients home which he is happy to do even though we don't have a car and it usually means several stops.

  And I am happy to eat it all especially with the great dishes he has been finding in his many good cookbooks and in the newspaper. 

 This summer we have been following a lot of the recipes in THE KITCHEN DIARIES, by Nigel Slater as they are a cinch to prepare and call for really fresh seasonal ingredients which we can easily get here.

  Yesterday we had the melon, prosciutto and mozzarella salad that you see above.  I prepared it with large chunks of everything so it didn't look too fussy.  The sauce is a simple lemon juice and olive oil vinaigrette with a bit of salt and pepper and some parsley chopped in.  I served it on a bed of mescalin lettuce and roquette.  That's all. 

 We have tried it with melon and mango and that is wonderful also, even more exotic.  Of course, make sure your melon has sat on it's pantry shelf until it is bursting with ripeness.   And put about 1 T lemon juice to 4 T of olive oil so it isn't too sour with the roquette underneath.     Enjoy. 

Ron Carter solo -Willow Weep for Me

Ron Carter is an American jazz-double bassist who has appeared in over 2500 albums in his 70 plus years making him one of the most recorded bassists in jazz history.  He is equally at home on the cello and has a large body of classical work as well.  His renown goes way back to the second great Miles Davis Quintet in the early 60's with Herbie Hancock, Wayne Shorter and Tony Williams.   In short the man is a legend.

 So to be able to hear him and his Golden Striker Trio at the festival was an amazing privilege this week.  The guy's music is butter smooth and as my friend commented "Il a de la classe" as he and his musicians walked onstage in the sweltering July heat in dark suits and green ties looking cool as jazz can be.

Shame on the planners for scheduling a raucous oompa band to start up half way through the set in the over amped garden stage at the Nice festival.  Even Ron couldn't help commenting with a wry, "It's like having a neighbor who won't turn his radio down." But we were totally hypnotized by his music anyway so none of us budged from our seats or were lulled from our trance. What a great musician.