Miss Y and I joined my Dad at the local (farmer type) markets this morning where I bought up big. Mostly my purchases consisted of bunches of herbs, stacks of vegetables, bags of licorice and cakes for hubby (cause there’s nothing like home baking even if someone else has to do it!).
But the prize purchase today was an item that most people would pass over in a second… two large bags of seconds, almost over but not quite, sun riped tomoato’s that will be perfect for a massive pot of pasta sauce. I have plans for the evening of lovingly preparing the tomatos, the basil, the garlic… the chopping, the stirring, the simmering. Ah just imagining the whole process makes me smile from ear to ear. A strange reaction to cooking tomato pasts sauce you may say. Well I can explain.
You see, I’ve been telling my friend Sam for a while now that I am an Italian trapped in a white Australian girl body. At this point Sam will begin to rub his expansive Italian stomach, refers to mine and says that I’m not doing so bad looking like an Italian, I’d just be from the north, you know, like the blonde ones! hahaha.
You see, I love all things Italian… The crumbling old buildings, the honesty of the people, the driving like mad people, the shoes… don’t even get me started on the clothes and the shoes. Than there’s the wine, the cheeses, olives, pasta, pizza, and we’re back to the tomato pasta sauce…. Ahhhhh.
You see my fascination began when I watched that Liv Tyler, coming of age in a vineyard full of crazy artists and long food and drink driven days movie when I was in my early teens. You know the one. I can’t for the life of me remember it’s name. But I fell in love, if that was even remotely close to life in Italy I wanted in. I was going IMMEDIATELY. I read every book, saw every movie that even referred to escaping and living on a vineyard in Italy.
You see my fascination began when I watched that Liv Tyler, coming of age in a vineyard full of crazy artists and long food and drink driven days movie when I was in my early teens. You know the one. I can’t for the life of me remember it’s name. But I fell in love, if that was even remotely close to life in Italy I wanted in. I was going IMMEDIATELY. I read every book, saw every movie that even referred to escaping and living on a vineyard in Italy.
But you see, I’ve never been to Italy! *insert surprised gasp* I plan to visit Sam and his lovely wife and charming children when the move there in 2011 but I don’t know if I can wait. Raucously told stories will only go so far… Now to find a way to scout out the locations prior to the 2011 trip. I’ll keep you posted on how I’m progressing. Italy, here I come.
Suger 
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