Yes, I am continuing on my ‘intense’ coffee streak.
As I explained yesterday today is a public holiday. St George’s Day, the world appears dead outside and it’s 10am. I heard the breadman tooting his horn, but apart from that; nothing!
Even Lixo knows it’s a holiday, after breakfast so far he has slept on the clean washing, he has slept under the coffee table and now he is sleeping on the sofa; he’s a cat, he does a lot of sleeping and he does it well.
I have been rescued from a conundrum.
Not that type of Conundrum, I would hardly need rescuing from that, unless I over-imbibed.
Back in February I lamented about not being able to add one of my favourite widgets, Feedjit, to my WordPress blogs.
Well, last night I got a comment from a kind gentleman, Dante in Italy, who recognised my plight and gave me the link to his post on how to. If you have a need, check his post out, it has an obscure link to Feedjit that works. I promised him an honorable mention in dispatches to go along with my OBE… Other Bugger’s Efforts
I was testing my camera out the other day, and happened to point it at my modest wine rack.
Pity, I would like some Conundrum.
It has two more bottles on top now. I got a couple of sweet wines for my ex yesterday. She has this nasty habit of taking my good dry wines and adding sugar to her taste. Disgusting habit, I would much prefer that she pick her nose, or something similar than abuse a good dry wine.
She is coming over next Sunday with the whole famn damily to cook Feijoada for lunch.
Now feijoada is a typical Brazilian dish, usually served on Fridays or Saturdays. It’s difficult to explain to a palate not from Brazil. Black baked beans, with meat.
Now it’s the meat that’s the problem. Much of the meat used would make the average western stomach heave with disgust. Pigs ears, trotters and tails for example, they are salted and are actually quite tasty. Other meats include bacon, smoked calabresa sausage, salted pork cuts and ribs.
Almost always served with rice and couve (kale).
Meanwhile, my lunch today will be much simpler. Curried chicken on rice; which I really must consider making. It will be a heavy curry which will necessitate retiring to the botequim for beer o’clock afterwards; and that is probably where I will stay for the rest of the afternoon basking in the sunshine although the air temperature is cool.
Thanks for the mention 🙂
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>Dante, links all help the world go round…
AV
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very impressed with your modest wine rack – wish I had something as splendid. Wine is ridiculously expensive here. When desperate, I’ve had to resort to buying loathsome Balinese wine in boxes – which is still scary expensive but not as heart-stopping as foreign bottled wine.
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>Lottie, yes, I can imagine that the local stuff would compare with kerosene. I have never been a fan of bladder wines, but any port in a storm, as the saying goes… 🙂
AV
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At least you can drink. I was red carded years ago. Lottie, you have to be desperate to drink from a bladder pack.
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>Andrew, I got yellow carded when I was about 18. Hauled into reality by an older airman who was in the same boat as you. He taught me how to drink and to drink because I liked it, not because I had to. I have wine and several spirits and liqueurs in the house, much not touched for many months; it’s there when I want it. My ex can’t understand how I can have it and not drink it.
AV
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St Georges day or not, I am working. 😦
The Italians do not understand bank holidays. In the UK if the date falls on a Sunday we shift it to the nearest Monday and take the day off. It is too difficult to organise that in Italy, I am sure it would take too many pieces of paper, so Sunday bank holidays are not uncommon here.
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>Pecora, from what I read in the news the Italians don’t understand a lot of things, especially how to run a country.
AV
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This is true. But they make fine wine and grappa.
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True, my modest wine rack has three bottles of Lambrusco fizzy stuff in the event one needs to celebrate something. Grappa, I confess to never have had the pleasure, if it is indeed a pleasure…
AV
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Here in Italy we don’t even celebrate St. George’s day but in my village at least we do have a festival of wine.
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>Dante, oooooh, a wine festival…. 🙂 Sounds like my kind of festival.
AV
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