Monday, November 23, 2015

Let the season begin....

With some turkey and stuffin

Oh wait, wrong photo

Yep.  Annual "Thanksgiving in Italy", hosted this year (thankfully!) by Christine.  Oh yeah, and Valerio

We ate, we drank, we laughed, we danced, we opened presents and then we all ran like frightened babies back to our own houses when the hail came.

Actually, the hail didn't bother me.  I just wanted to get back home so I could sit in the dark and look at the Christmas tree that Graham and I had put up the day before.

Brings a tear to your eye with its beauty, dunnit?

PS.  Thanks everyone for the Forno name suggestions.  No decisions yet.  Poor thing might just be "Forno" for the rest of its life.

Wednesday, November 18, 2015

Oven Birthday Part II

Did I mention that we have a special guest who came just for the Oven's birthday?  He felt it was important since he was here for its birth.

That's sunny son Graham all the way from Seattle.  He's actually a lot sunnier than his face shows in that photo.  He made some ravioli for the celebration (no, they didn't go into the oven.  I'm not sure why they were on the menu but they were damn tasty!)

He had a little help

Since it was such a big celebration we had to have TWO different kinds of ravioli:


and David's brasato (braised beef)

and it was SUCH an important celebration we had to call in the professionals:


And Gino

But before we ate the ravioli we had a few things hot out of the oven....

sardinara (no photo...imagine a cheeseless pizza with anchovies, garlic cloves, and olives)

farinata (no photo...imagine a chick pea flour pancake the size of a pizza)

and, of course, pizza

Just because he was afraid we wouldn't have enough food, Gino also made brandacujun (Ligurian dish of potatoes and salted cod)

After something like 3 days of cooking, we sat down to eat

Happy Birthday, Still-Nameless-Oven

Tuesday, November 17, 2015

there's been a birthday

We had a party for the birthday oven.

More on this when I have better photos (soon, really, I promise).

Should a thing live for more than one year without a name?  We are struggling.  At the party two were suggested....




They were not random names...we were told they were saintly names of ovens, breads, fires,  bakers....I don't actually remember.  Now when I look it up, we can't find any St Pasquale or Hildegard who has anything to do with pizza ovens.

Part of the problem with naming HER is that we can't agree whether she is a she or a he.  Seems obvious to me...I mean, come on.  Really.  Have another look at the photo above.

We are open to suggestions.  We probably won't take them.  But we love hearing them.

Friday, November 06, 2015

Gimme the Gold

I had a play date with my friend Kate (I think her name is actually spelled Kaethe and pronounced way differently than I pronounce it.  She's german, I'm not).  Kate is the wife of Rolf, and the mother of Mila.  It's a good family.  An inspirational family.

This is Kate.

Kate has recently learned to gild.

Thoughtful as she is, she thought I might like it too.  Darn if she wasn't right!  It's totally fun!  Nothing like playing with gold to make a couple girls feel RICH!

'Specially when the girls are playing with gold here

which is Kate and Rolf's "shed" ...which is cleaner and better organized that my kitchen...and which is sitting on the mountain here

next to a beautiful garden and a dog that looks like Ruffino (sorry, shitty picture of the landscaping, you'll have to trust me on that).  And next to these

Rolf likes carving things.

Kate likes covering sea stones in gold.

Here's our day's production...

Yeah, ok.  Another shitty photo.  They look a lot nicer with the background of Kate and Rolf's gorgeous house....

Thank you, Kate for a golden day!