The brisk morning air sent a memorable chill through me as I walked the dog on our morning jaunt. The sunshine dappled through the almost changing leaves and there was that sense of seasonal change in the breeze. Nostalgia grabbed a hold of me and my thoughts turned to Paris. I visited once in early October and today reminded me of that trip. My mind flooded with all the things I cherished in that city, but between you and me, I wanted to dislike it, because everyone loves Paris, but once there, how could I object to something so wonderful!? Continue reading “There’s Always Paris and Profiteroles”→
I remember my first tramezzino.
We were out-skirting the Northern edge of Parma in a silver Fiat Panda on our way to a quaint place called Bagnacavallo. We made a pit stop at an Autogrill, my first brush with Italy’s famed road side stop. Continue reading “Carbonara Tramezzini”→
I love lists, don’t you? In fact, I love lists so much, the Notes tab on my iPhone is always open as I’m constantly jotting down anything from grocery lists, songs I want to listen to, perfumes I want to smell, to-do lists, and appointments… you get the gist, I take notes, lots of ’em! Continue reading “5 Fave Things I Found On Instagram This Week”→
Beautiful pages brimming with life and history that weave around traditional recipes filled with the aromas of Florence. A true cover to cover read, exactly the kind of cookbook that I eat up! Keep Reading!
Romanticalism at it’s finest.
Yes, I say romanticalism—not really a word you say?
Well, it’s describing romanticism in a heightened sense—a strengthening of language.
Where one can simply stand, enamored in it all.
The Medici’s, Leonardo, Botticelli, Giotto, Raphael.
Approaching Brunelleschi’s Duomo, an unfathomable sight, causing one to feel insignificant in size.
Sauntering across the Ponte Vecchio, pausing in view, the River Arno, outstretched.
Lunching in a quaint, corner shop, crumbs dusting the floor.
Cobbled streets, marble statues and colored facades.
Strolling hand in hand—step by step—breath by breath.
That utter sense of satisfaction.
Not wanting, not needing, simply being.
Traversing by foot, crossing the River Arno,
flanked by brightly, painted buildings.
Sunshine warming one’s cheeks.
Gelato in hand,
the memory of Pisa, leaning.
A rocky beach and salty sea, lulling ashore.
Constellations alight the night sky.
A shooting star—pause—in reverence of.
Frizzante, shared between two glasses,
and a friend whose greatness is immeasurable.
A talk of life.
A few years back my best friend and I took a road trip through Northern California’s Wine Country. After our fill of vineyards and vino we ventured along the Russian River until it emptied into the Pacific and headed back south along scenic Highway 1 to San Francisco. Continue reading “Barbecued Oysters, Bodega Bay”→