Olive Knitting

So, it's sunday.  Sunday is a hunting day.  There are two (legal) hunting days during the season - Wednesday and Sunday.  I really like hunting days because the hunters arrive at 5.30am with their big loud hunting jeeps (actually, just little pandas like mine....but I'm trying to make a point, so let's say they arrive in big jeeps, ok?) and their big firing and banging hunting rifles (do rifles bang?  again for the point, let's say they bang) and their not-so-big hunting dogs wearing cowbells around their necks so they don't get lost (the dogs have the bells on, not the hunters).  Yep, I love that, 'specially on a Sunday.  Why would I want to sleep in on a Sunday when I can get up instead and listen to my dogs barking, and the jeeps, and the rifles, and the cowbells...for the following 12 hours straight?  I love hunting days.  

This morning I woke up at 9.  What's up with that?  Where are the hunters?

Now, I'm not complaining or anything about being able to sleep an extra 3 hours on a Sunday morning. I was just curious.

So, there I was about 10:00 sitting in my patio chair with a french press full of coffee, minus a cup which I had already drunk, my journal and I was in my "clothes" for the day which actually would be pj's for most people passing me and one of my dogs was sitting on my foot stool, whatever, and I shout to passing Gianni...

"ci sono i cacciatori oggi?"  Are there any hunters today?

But here's the thing....the word cacciatori in italian doesn't come naturaly to me. I don't know why, it just doesn't.  Kind of like the words affect and effect for me in english...I always have to pause and give a little think as to which one I want. Whenever I need to find the word for hunter in Italian, I have to first think of chicken cacciatore which is, of course, that tasty Italian dish. And which is actually pollo alla cacciatora in Italian and tastes nothing like chicken cacciatore. Anyway, so I have to think of this Americanized Italian poultry in a red sauce every time I want to say the word hunter in Italian. 

When I did that this morning, asking Gianni where my hunter pals were, I suddenly had this image of literal chicken cacciatore - actual hunting chickens...you know, little chickens dressed in camouflage toting little rifles and following dogs with cowbells.