I was thinking yesterday, as a neighbor was burning his olive branch trimmings in a gale wind storm, "hmmm....that seems a little dangerous to me. I wouldn't do that but I trust him. He knows what he's doing."
I muttered this thought aloud to David adding, "if YOU were out there burning on a windy day like today, every Italian in a 100km radius would be up here to tell you it was a bad idea, dangerous and, possibly, that you are just a really stupid American."
It's a lack of trust. The country farmer Italians in the area, aka: most of our friends and neighbors, just don't have a lot of trust in David's skills and knowledge of working the land. I don't know why? Could have something to do with that time he slashed his head with the chainsaw while trimming the cherry tree, but who knows?
And what the Italians lack in trust of David's knowledge of nature, well, multiply that by 9, divide by 5 and add 32, and that will get you some where close to their monumental lack of trust of my abilities in the kitchen.
So, I am just as pleased as pleased can be to announce that, after 6 years in relationship building, we had our pals for a bit of Mexican dinner...