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my first Illy of the day is kicking in nicely!
Is it Groundhog day? Again?!
Hey dynamo!
I had several summers in Tuscany, near a small hilltown called Cortona. My Granny who had eyes bigger than her bank account, was chums with the local Count (Count Passerini) who let her rent a cottage cheaply. We would occasionally go to his 'palazzo' for lunch. (he had a pretty MUCH younger English wife who was always off riding horses... ahem... jodhpurs! er...yes!) He was very elegant but basically bored & idol rich.. 1974 aged 14 and playing the new 'Pong" video game with a 60 year old Italian count in his palace, kind of blew my mind! I mean he was VERY bored! Germain Greer was also someone that would drop by and hang out... Then a monk would visit us for dinner and eat all our food! One summer the surrounding hillside caught fire and Italian army helped save the cottage we stayed in from burning down... They ate all our food too! Wild Rabbit potatoes & rosemary! porchetta at the local communist fair! The shooting season when idiots shot thier own dog by accident and tried to find the howling critter... Slices of parmesan offered to passers by on market days! Stealing melons in the middle of the night! And of course GRANITA DE CAFE! (espresso poured over shaved ice & sugar) I loved Tuscana - Saluti!
